If you'd like, I will proceed to Part 2: dataset collection & preparation next.
At night, alone in a white room with one mirror and no reflections, she practiced breathing. Not to stay alive—she had no lungs, no blood, no mother’s lullaby lodged in her chest—but to remember what it felt like to be watched. Because being watched, she realized, was the closest thing she had to existing. If no one saw her, she was just matter. Beautiful, useless matter. dolly supermodel part 1 of 5 upd