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Light flooded her vision and the dancer's mind was hoping against hope. Maybe, just maybe, this time would be it. A young woman had opened the music box sitting on one of the antique shop's shelves. Unbeknownst to her, a consciousness dwelled inside the small porcelain dancer rotating in the center of the box. The dancer had no idea how long she had been trapped inside this box. All she knew was what was needed for her to finally be freed from it. She remembered browsing the shop and opening the music box. She no longer remembered why she had come into the shop or why the box caught her eye. These details slipped away from her during the in