‘Hello...my name is Persephone. Shall we play best friends like real people do?’  

Her voice sounded friendly but recorded. 

Abruptly I got up. ‘What are you doing here? I don’t play with dolls anyway.’ 

‘Why did you bring me to life then? You were exploring my territory.’ 

She was right. Like Persephone, I was occupied with the deceased. I pinched her arm. 

‘But you’re not real.’

‘ I am not real’ she echoed from the speakers in her belly. ‘I am not real. I am not...’

‘Stop it!’ I shouted. ‘What do you want from me?’ 

‘Your wrinkles. Immortality and wrinkles don’t come together easily.’