The figures stood about five inches high on craggy, angular legs. “Balanced” might be a better word; I gently rotated the clay base, marveling at the craftsmanship in their eight delicate limbs. One brightly painted eye winked frozen at the other. “Dev, they're incredible,” I breathed. “How long did you spend on these?” She beamed. “Well, you remember I told you the arms kept breaking... Sculpey's great, but it can't support too much. But yeah! Do you like it?” “It's the best sort-of-not-really-Hanukkah gift I've ever gotten.” --- At some point, a light began to prick at my eyelids. No. Please, no.