the sun is setting in the background, casting a warm orange glow over the scene. Suddenly, a young mother in blue cold coat and her young daughter in red cold coat is huddled together, her arms outstretched as they cling onto her to a thick blanket of red, blankets that billow around them. The woman's expression is undoubtedly one of kindness, but as she unfurls her chest, she loses herself in all she can find. A group of children, piled high with blankets and clothes, gather around her side by side, watching her face wide open. This is no ordinary child, but rather a delicate doll, who lives with a scepter in her hands.