His trembling form leant onto his pristine, marble statue, tears streaming pitifully down his olive-coloured skin. A shaky gasp escapes his throat as a hand comes up and rests on the cheek of the statue. “..Why..?” He murmured softly, a distinct shake and crack in his voice. The muscles of his deltoids tensed, the robe he was wearing clenching around the flesh of his shoulder. Everything about him was shattered into pieces. Every time he tried to create art, it was unsatisfactory, anything unlike the pieces he had made in the past