>Use our senses to 'watch' the magic that makes us
> Settle down and leave the touching for a bit later.
> Try to look inside ourselves. Well, not with what we're observing Alice with, of course. But maybe what we feel.
> You feel a tingling sensation across your form, although it is lowering in intensity to the point where you can only feel it when you actively try to. Paying closer attention, it seems cyclical. Originating from a point; cycleing around your body; and then returning to said point. Repeating and repeating. After paying attention for a bit, you note the intensity of the feeling has stopped decreasing.
> You stop attempting to reach out to Alice.
> Anything else we know about Alice?
> You try to think of what you know about this Alice, and some details emerge from the fog in your head.
... She is your maker, and has been trying for a very long time to create something like you. She has made many "dolls" but you are special. You get the sense she was almost obsessive about this goal, almost everything that comes into your head involves her working on other dolls, she'd do little except focus towards it unless something forced her hand otherwise...
> A red-and-white young woman brashly... demanding information about a "stolen spring".
> An image appears in your head, perhaps one of Alice's memories. You can see another doll; this one with tiny strands of thread connecting it, as well as, further ahead, a figure clad in black on a broom. The sky is filled with stars... but they do not twinkle. That same red-and-white woman is much further ahead, along with a more mature-looking woman in a purple dress; even further away. Bamboo stalks are all around.
> Another image, of the same black-and-white figure asking about an "Underground..." You hear Alice's voice
"So even you're worried about going down there? Well; people from the surface aren't supposed to go down there, so I can't go with you. But since when did rules ever stop you? If it worries you such; perhaps I can still help..."
> The images fade back into nothingness, but you figure that these Red-and-white and Black-and-white people are two of the few others that have a connection to Alice.
> As you finish thinking; Alice closes her eyes and drifts off.