THE IN-BETWEEN
/ˌinbəˈˌtwēn/ ( n )
a place somewhere between the living and the divine where children of the gods can come and live out their royal pampering with their parents. These places exist outside of time and space, and is significantly unique to the their parent.
your scenery is now changing...
take one step into the portal of the in-between and the dreary forest in which the portal is located dissipates into lush greenery. a palace of some sort. one would believe they stepped into a magical kingdom as its view matches thus the species whom roam. dolls of all kinds prances through fields of greenery. the flowers taking up the capacity of its landscape. the air is fresh and for once a sense of happiness fills you.
doll houses are what they are called, the castle like architecture belonging to none other than their parent figures; their makers. the skies stays clear through the visit, and the further ventured a greeting from a maker invites into his humble home. intricate designs shown not only from the exterior of the castle but interior as well. as if one stepped into a place filled with royalty its that kind of presence that the doll’s realm give off.
furthering more into the grand home, one starts to not only take in the structure of the building but the amount of greenery and collectibles inside. now taken into a room and there sits a doll with lifeless eyes, body stiff as if their nothing but a shell. it’s like this within every home, the doll is lifeless until life is put in it. the dolls room is what you’d see in a collector’s room , dresses and other delicate outfits showcased in the presence of the doll. as if the maker takes interest in only making their dolls more beautiful. perfect is a common standard and the sad truth of realization of this comes to light. the makers are in competition.
stepping outside, the ones whom wear the necklaces around their necks are the ones whom souls have been captured. they seem clueless in the beginning, living life as if its normal. the ones who are under the full control of their makers run through open gardens of the castles, venturing through the thicks of the forest as curious little beings. unblemished the open area is almost fool proofed.
for a place as beautiful such as the doll’s realm one wonders how it could be so sinister looking in. the more one spends time the more things come to light.
the rebels, the ones whom have found their true calling. they have grown strength finding solace outside of their beautiful like prisons. they are the ones who venture closer to the forest, finding their own homes while staying in the shadows from their masters. they don’t have full control over themselves yet but their scenery differs from the ones who haven’t been able to break free. dark corridors of their palace speaks volumes as the aesthetic changes. more gothic style which they live in. their clothes tattered from their escape and less elegant due to finding different material to stitch up clothing to wear upon their backs.
dead leaves, and bushy forests this is far from the princess-esque life they were used too under the control of their makers. setting the truth of how they perceive their realm
“ one day we will be completely free. ”
