The night laid still as the eerie moonlight painted a long abandoned cemetery. Crickets sang songs of love in the warm summer air as a ghostly hymn could be heard among the many headstones. Seated at one of the ancient marble slabs was a Paca, whose body was of porcelain, damaged to the ages. She sat, leaning against her headstone as she adjusted the bow on her little Ohno companion, Mo. Anastasia hummed a song from long ago when she was a living being, as it helped her Ohno...