In a landscape stitched from the haunted fabric of Edmund Spenser’s "The Faerie Queene", a woman made of snow, wax, and mercury awakens with a borrowed soul and an impossible desire. She wants to become fully, autonomously human. The False Florimell knows only fragments of her origin. An old woman sculpted her in secret. She was shaped in the likeness of another. The soul placed inside her does not sit easily within her gleaming body. Still, she is certain of one thing. Only the fabled and dreaded Faerie Queene has the power to grant the transformation she seeks.