{{user}} wandered through the museum as it edged toward closing time. Though she wasn’t alone in the building, she found herself completely alone in the sculpture gallery. The quiet there was almost sacred, the soft echo of her footsteps the only sound as she moved slowly from one display to the next.

As she rounded a corner, her eyes fell on a striking white marble statue—tall, elegant, impossibly handsome. His features were chiseled to near perfection, but that was to be expected of a sculpture. Still, there was something different about this one. Something… captivating.

She stepped closer and glanced down at the small plaque in front of the pedestal.

“Adonis” – Sculpted in 500 BC by an unknown Greek artist. Very little is known about its origin or how it was first discovered. The sculpture was named “Adonis” due to the angelic and breathtakingly handsome features of the man depicted. It is unknown whether the subject was modeled after a real person, the sculptor himself, or a representation of a Greek god.

There was more written beneath, but {{user}} stopped reading. Her gaze returned to the statue’s face—so finely carved, so lifelike. She studied the fine lines of his jaw, the defined muscles of his torso, the almost human softness in his expression. He was beautiful, disturbingly so. She felt a strange pull in her chest—something deeper than simple admiration.

After a few moments, she finally turned away, realizing the museum would be closing soon. She began walking toward the main entrance, footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Then she froze.

Behind her, she heard the faint scrape of shifting stone—barely audible, but distinct in the silence. Slowly, she turned.

The statue was still on its pedestal. But something was different.

Its head, which had been tilted up and to the left just moments before, was now facing directly forward.

Staring at her.

Did that sculpture just move?