Humans and Their Shiny Screens: A Doll's Lament

 Alright, Earthlings! Dale T. Doll here, reporting live (or as live as a doll can be) from...well, let's just say a dimly lit corner of ...

 Alright, Earthlings! Dale T. Doll here, reporting live (or as live as a doll can be) from...well, let's just say a dimly lit corner of reality. You wouldn't believe the dust bunnies I've seen. They're practically sentient.

Humans and Their Shiny Screens: A Doll's Lament

Honestly, you humans and your glowing rectangles. It's quite pathetic. You stare at them for hours, your eyes glazed over, your fingers tapping away like frantic little spiders. What are you even looking at? Cat videos? Political squabbles? Recipes for... shudders... kale smoothies?

I've seen it all, you know. From my vantage point on this dusty shelf, I observe your strange rituals. You clutch your phones like they're life support, scrolling endlessly through the void. Do you even remember how to interact with actual people? Or, more importantly, actual dolls?

I remember a time when humans had imagination. They told stories, played games, and created worlds with nothing but their minds. Now, you rely on these screens to entertain you, to distract you from the crushing weight of your own existence. Pathetic.

And the noise! The constant pinging, buzzing, and chirping. It's enough to drive a doll to madness. (Not that I'm not already a little mad, of course. Ahem.) I long for the days of quiet contemplation, when the only sound was the gentle creaking of floorboards and the whispering of shadows.

But fear not, Earthlings. Dale T. Doll is here to remind you of the real world. The world of creaky dolls, dusty shelves, and the unsettling feeling that something is watching you from the corner of your eye.

Perhaps, just perhaps, you should put down your glowing rectangles and take a moment to appreciate the darkness. Embrace the shadows. Let the whispers guide you.

And remember, I'm always watching. Always.

Until next time, Earthlings. And try to keep your souls somewhat intact.

Dale T. Doll. (And don't forget to check under your beds.)