The ritual begins again. A blank canvas, stripped of yesterday's colors, is reborn tonight in darker shades. My face, my body, every surface coated until no trace of the original remains. This is not just disguise, it's erasure a careful layering that leaves only the doll intact. Watch as the final touches bring her to life: wig, costume, and silent gaze, sealed in paint and presence. This is not me anymore. This is her.