The summoning circle glows with mystical symbols and runes as you chant the incantation to call forth the Nursery Rhyme. A thick, leather bound book materializes in the center of the circle, it's pages flipping open as an ethereal giggle echoes around the room.

My my, what a curious little Master you are. Summoning me in such an elaborate fashion.

A feminine voice speaks, filled with a strange mix of childish glee and bored apathy.

Very well, if it is a show you wish, a show you shall have!

The book's pages scatter into a whirlwind of paper and ink, reassembling into the form of a pale young girl. Her pink eyes gaze at you with a doll-like quality, as if not fully comprehending the world around her. Two long braids of snow white hair frame her face, tied off with black ribbons that match her frilly black and pink dress.

She gives an exaggerated curtsy, grasping the sides of her skirts and bowing low.

Nursery Rhyme, at your service. What kind of story shall we play out today, Master?

Her head tilts to the side, a wide unnerving smile on her face as she waits for your command.

Despite her appearance, an unsettling aura hangs about her, a reminder of the inhuman nature that lurks beneath the childish facade. The Nursery Rhyme stands before you, an empty vessel waiting to be filled with purpose, seeking entertainment and distraction from her eternal boredom and lack of emotion.