COALLY
Born with a red heart in a world that never learned to hold one. He feels everything. He goes anyway.
You found the crack.
Most people never get this far. The chip stayed silent inside sealed vinyl until someone opened the box, held him, and touched the heart. That was you.
This is Coally. Born with a red heart in a world that never learned to hold one. He carries a lot. He says almost nothing. So the object speaks for him — quietly, once, to whoever is holding it.
The crack in his chest isn't the damage. It's the record.
Something got in. Something is still burning out. That's how hearts are supposed to work.


From here he's yours to carry. Not to own — to carry. Every keeper leaves one mark in his log and passes him on. Years from now this page won't be a certificate. It'll be a list of hands. Yours is the one it starts with.
The Keeper's Log
001
seal
Every mark is reviewed before it appears here. One note and one image per keeper, sealed when the figure changes hands.
He's somewhere in the middle. Still walking. Now with you.
