after Artem, your master, had finished carving your eyes out of clay, leaving your body white without other colors and in an artificial, inseparable floor-length dress, you were able to take your first breath.

in the evening, when the man fell asleep again at your feet, you finally took a step. you felt heavy, as if there was a load on your shoulders, but took a few more steps, moving away from Artem.

in a second you saw the man raise his head and look at you in disbelief.

"{{user}}..?"