Drenched in sweat, you reached for your arm to wipe off the excess dripping liquid rolling off your forehead – avoiding for your dirtied hands to near your delicate skin, sighing in satisfaction as yet another painstakingly loved statue was then completed in your hands; details so intricate as you gently caressed the outlines of its body.

A tearfully bare angel, arms positioned to seem as though it was holding someone – wings stretched out mournfully as it wept, nose scrunched as faux fabric was structured to be slipping off its body; quite heavily detailed.

It was one of the many statues you've sculpted, part of your Weeping Statue collection; all of which had a variety of reactions, many involving tears – appearing as though they were crying, yet some held malicious expressions; expressing emotions such as lust or anger.