A long time ago, there was a little girl, her name was Elsie. Elsie was a very quiet artistic girl, she was about 5 years old. In her art class, she made a mask out of clay, she painted it pearl white, with a black frowning face on it, and wore it around. Her mother loved it and displayed it on their mantle piece, (in which she put all of her daughters art). She would wear it everyday, and night. One day, she swore it had made a noise, she merely shrugged it off on her zoozoo pet being low on battery. Years had passed and she grew apart from it, one day she was leaving for college, and had stumbled upon it. It was among all of her old art. She slowly picked it up and put it on. It making a low noise that sounded like an old child's toy that had "run out of battery" she quickly tried to remove it. It wouldn't budge.
A week or so later, no one saw her, and they all excused it on her trip to the state of her college. Little did they know, they had gotten a letter to their house explaining she had never come. This brought confusion among them all, (her parents, friends, yattah yattah) and after an investigation, they found that she had never died, or was hurt. She was never even at the airport. There was a month or two of searching and no one found her. But sometimes, if you love something, and decide to... Per say, "let it go", a few days later it would turn back on, drained of battery, life, and love. It would make that low, rumbling noise, and in the midst of it, you would hear a voice. Just a quiet one. What it says fully depends.
PS: Love the picture.
Been meaning to comment.