Snailella—I love where this is headed. Here’s a dreamy little story starter to go with that name:
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Snailella was a lonely snail thing—born from a ribbon of moss and a discarded doll head under the shade of the oldest tree in the forest. No one ever noticed her, not the birds, not the bugs, not even the moon. So she began weaving herself gowns of bark lace and leaf silk, hoping to be seen.
But one day, a curious eye opened in a stone, and whispered, “I see you, little queen of the soft trails.” 
Foam and porcelain