Nell was found bound in layers of rotted lace, tucked deep inside a cedar trunk that hadn’t been opened in decades. No one knows who placed her there—or why.
 
Her dress, once delicate, now hangs in tatters, heavy with age and time. A single ribbon clings to her painted-on hair, and only one shoe remains—worn smooth at the sole, as if she walked a long way before being wrapped up and hidden.
 
Her features are soft, but worn—paint faded, edges chipped. There’s a silence around her that feels held, like breath waiting to be let out.
 
Measures about 12.5"