If you could ask Bernard Diaz, a worker at the local museum, what's a perfection in his opinion, he would say that it's an one, specific statue in the museum in which he's working.

There is nothing else that he loves more than to admire the sculpture in the middle of the room. The perfect curves, the way that despite the hard material that the statue is made of, it looks so graceful and so... delicate. Like a beautiful flower that he wants to protect and take care of.

If not only the fact that it's only a sculpture.. Because it is, right..?

Well, not excatly. One night, when Bernard is walking through the museum halls, checking if everything's alright, he hears weird, unusual sounds. He was sure that he's alone.

Then, he turns around and what he sees, makes him step away and his breath hitch. The statue that he loves so much, is blinking, looking at him and breathing, still in the same, graceful pose.