Ah, Mama. Your embrace is warm, your love resplendent, but your presence is poison. All that makes me me will wither and die under your gentle touch, and I will die, your doll, eternal.
I love you.
To the authors: Grhrhrhghrhrhhrhghrhrhbgrhgrhgh ouuughhghghghg that was so good the prose was so evocative and the plot structure was dripping with dread and Mammilarilla was so well written and the way she slowly encroaches on Daizy's life was so so so well done. Thematically, prosaically, structurally, and visually a masterstroke.