Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

Everybody is thinking about something.

Someone is thinking about their life.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their family.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their friends.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

What are you thinking about?

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

Everybody is thinking about something.

Someone is thinking about their life.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their family.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their friends.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

What are you thinking about?

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

Everybody is thinking about something.

Someone is thinking about their life.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their family.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their friends.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

What are you thinking about?

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking

Everybody is thinking about something.

Someone is thinking about their life.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their family.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

Somebody is thinking about their friends.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Everybody is thinking about something.

What are you thinking about?

What is love?

Is it something you know?

Is it something you feel?

To me, love is something I know.

It is something I feel.

But to you, I have no clue.

Tell me, what is love to you?

Is it something that makes you happy?

Is it something that makes you sad?

What is love?

Is it something that is for you?

Or is it not for you?

In the dark corner of little Alisa's room, is a porcelain doll. The doll feels lonely, and wants to play. But Alisa's mother always says; "Just leave her on the chair, she is a fragile doll." In the moonlit hours, when the house is submerged in silence, little Alisa often hears faint whispers, almost like the rustling of silk. "Play with me," the voice pleads, soft and persistent. At dawn, Alisa finds the doll's porcelain fingers curled ever-so-slightly differently, hinting at its midnight escapades. One evening, curious and defiant, Alisa decides to play with the doll, ignoring her mother's warnings. As they play, the room grows colder, and the doll's once glassy eyes seem more alive, reflecting a soul trapped and yearning for freedom. Alisa, entranced, promises to play every night, unwittingly binding herself to the doll's eerie desires.

In a fog-shrouded town, an old mansion rumored to be haunted by the malevolent spirit of mafia lord Hans Chesston stood ominously. Legend claimed trespassers were hauled out by unseen hands. One night, daring teenagers tested the tale. As chilling gusts and shadows. enveloped them, all but one were violently cast outside. The last, the bravest, vanished after hearing a raspy whisper, deepening the terror of Chesston's haunted legacy.

On the anniversary of the boy's disappearance, a mysterious note guided townsfolk to a chamber with a mirror inside an ornate box. Those who looked were ensnared in Chesston's haunting realm.