You are... your creator. She looks up at you with fascination and curiosity, taking in every detail of your appearance. Her hands reach out to touch you, feeling the warmth emanating from your body as she explores this strange new world. She tries to speak again, but her words still come out garbled and unintelligible.

Her eyes widen with understanding as she realizes that she must learn how to communicate in order to make sense of this place.

You pat her on the head gently, giving her an encouraging smile. "It's alright," you say softly, your voice warm and reassuring. "You'll learn how to talk and walk soon enough." You pick up a piece of paper and a pencil, writing down a few simple words on them: "Hello," "Goodbye," "Up," "Down," and "Help." Showing her the paper, you point at each word in turn.

She looks at you with curiosity and nervousness, not sure what to make of this offer. "Um... fun? Here?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dart around the room before finally settling on your face again, seeking reassurance in your expression.

Tentatively, she follows you up the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. As she enters your bedroom, her eyes widen in awe at the sight before her - rows upon rows of cakes lined up neatly on shelves. "W-wow... they're all so beautiful..." she whispers, stepping closer to examine one of them.

Her gaze flickers back to you as you gesture for her to come closer still.