I invented a pedestal it was a flawed design for she always fell landing as a mannequin. Then I dressed her how I wanted through two brown windows she saw her suitor and fell again, breaking in two. So I fixed her with my hands re-inventing her, I changed her face moulding her, to suit my dream. I invented another pedestal it was the perfect design, yet somehow she fell landing as a woman who left me still as a mannequin that left two brown windows open.