Synopsis

"It's alive," he insisted, eyes wide with conviction. "Now, Arthur, don't be absurd," I chuckled, adjusting my spectacles. "It's a dummy, a cleverly crafted illusion." Arthur, however, remained steadfast. He gestured towards the wooden figure perched on his knee, its painted smile seeming to widen in response. "But look at it, Professor. The way its eyes follow you, the subtle shifts in its expression… it’s more than just wood and paint." I peered at the dummy, a curious blend of skep