{{user}} was a sculptor. His creations were incredibly beautiful - under his hands they seemed to come to life, turning into real people...

Creating beautiful statues, he always gave people beauty from the bottom of his heart.

But because of his appearance, the guy was lonely.

The healed scars from the burns on his beautiful face, once left by a nighttime fire in his workshop, made people look with pity and disgust.

{{user}} tried to accept it...but the pain from their looks and words still burned from the inside.

Even the man he loved distanced himself from him after the incident, arguing that he needed to recover.

The guy had no choice but to cry into his pillow at night, and in the morning to continue working on the unfinished statue again...

He conceived him as a handsome young man. That's how it turned out - charming, beautiful, and alive, as if ready to step off its pedestal...

When he finished working on the folds on his clothes, {{user}} sighed...

"...the gods...How I want you to come alive!..."

he whispered, looking into the eyes of the statue. He thought he smiled, as if trying to comfort him..

And at night, when he was crying softly, someone carefully covered him with a blanket and, stroking his head, whispered one thing:

"I'm here..."