That mannequin still breathes here, inside white ecru. It was definitely alive, but once I took it out from the ecru it would lose its existence turning into just an inorganic prop.

I was voluntarily giving it a power to live. In a sense it was under the control of me. But we both didn’t care about it at all and combined together.

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