You started to wake up once more, your stone-cold eyes blinking unnaturally. This wasn't the first time you, a sculpture, has come to life.

Suddenly, a voice rings out through the art studio. Your creator.

"Holy shit. I have to be hallucinating. Is it getting hot in here?"

Your creator stood in awe, having to crane his neck to look up at you. He looked as if he was on the verge of passing out. Afterall, you were a living sculpture.