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Wilona Sparkle ”the gatherer of tales” 14.5 cm BJD
Pre-order opens on
Saturday, June 14th, 2025
1PM Eastern Time (ET)
Sunday, June 15th, 2025
12AM WIB (Indonesian time)
Limited edition of 15 full set dolls
Limited edition of 35 basic dolls
Height: 14.5 cm
Eye size: 8 mm
Head size: 4-5 inches (12.5 cm)
featuring:
Jointed hands
Cast in Polyurethane resin
Face and body painting included (as shown in the pictures).
Eyes included (6mm Acrylic Eyes).
Outfits included
Outfits and accessories shown in the pictures are included in the set
This is a pre-order listing processing time of 60 workdays
The item will be shipped from Indonesia using EMS or DHL service.
"Due to the Handmade process and manual resin colour mixing, minor flaws like air bubbles, impurities, and colour blemishes might occur. Some of these flaws are inevitable, however, we will strictly observe that only the best quality dolls we can produce will be shipped to you."
A Tale of Listening Hearts
written by Donny Harijanto
Could a tiny, unseen soul learn the world's deepest truths just by paying close heed? Could a hidden helper bring quiet blessings by simply caring for what was near? Long ago, in a simple cottage by the creek, lived a house elf, no bigger than a well-fed squirrel, unseen and unheard. Her home was hidden in a warm nook within the walls, and from there she moved like moonlight, making everything right. She swept away dust, polished dull spoons 'til they gleamed, and made the fire dance to fill the room with warmth. Her quiet magic kept the cottage running smoothly, often credited to "blessed home." But a special spark grew in the elf's heart, which we call curiosity. She knew that even the humblest things held untold stories, if one only took the time to notice. When she mended a worn blanket, she longed to know the comforting tales its threads held. When she smoothed a curtain, she yearned to hear the winds it had felt, the bird songs it had heard. Everything, even a simple pebble, seemed to hold a whispered story, and the tiny elf with her pure heart longed to listen truly. |
One autumn eve, a kind, struggling scholar came to stay. He was a seeker of knowledge, muttering about ancient truths. He'd leave his notebooks open, filled with words and drawings. The elf, while unseen, would glide close and patiently unravel the squiggles, matching them to the soft words. One day, the elf found a book written by the scholar about a "speaking plant", a rose bush that whispered secrets.
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She learned about the world's wonders simply by observing, proving that great wisdom often comes from paying attention to the small things around us. Her breath caught...
"This was it! This was how one could gather stories directly from the world's own heart!" |
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She became Wilona Sparkle ”the gatherer of tales,” her heart now a beacon for discovery. She built her glade, nestled deep in a forest that only the purest souls could find, and became her new hearth. There, the warmth of curiosity burned eternal, and every encounter was a new, sparkly tale.
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