Weaving Puppet Silk

"Go forward, sew it up, and don't look back." The sound of collapse from the other side of the world came in the wind, like the whimpering of a giant creature before it died. She touched her empty right shoulder—there should have been an arm there, but now it was just threads. She wasn't sure if she could go all the way, but she knew that even if there was only one head left, she would have to roll to the crack. Because she is a doll. And the doll will not violate the owner's last wish.