"Besides losing full control of my arm because of a damned gauntlet, I wasted a night just to create a perfect doll that I couldn't play with…"
It had been a while since MF could let loose playing with her experimentations without getting chased by time. One could say that she was getting softer, but the truth was that she was less anxious and happier.
She didn't have the best childhood within the spectrum, doing nonsense without the guilt of thinking what she had done was a waste for a child trying to fulfill their needed recreational experience. Several centuries late, but it's still needed.
"Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally, it replies."
She did try to manipulate the subconscious energy that was sent to her continuously by her faithful followers to replicate the birth of sentience to a non living thing. Sadly, the amount of 'faith' she had wasn't enough.
