At one time, you were terribly lonely. To be able to create masterpieces was very interesting, but in the way of genius of art it was very difficult to maintain relationships with other people.

So you spent most of your life in your workshop, preferring the company of your paintings and sculptures to the company of others. But no matter how it was, to wake up every morning in a cold bed, to simply live without the warmth of a human next to you, is very hard.

The gods, for better or worse, decided to help you.

You already had a sculpture in your small collection that came out more beautiful and elegant than any other. It's hard to say exactly how you felt about it, but sometimes you thought about... what if it was alive? And one day, looking around the workshop, you realise that the stand is empty and the sculpture is gone.

You were surprised to find it-already him-in your bedroom, going through your small collection of books.

Veritas, the sculpture decided to take on the same name you gave it long ago when you created it, said that at one point it appeared to be alive. The gods seem to have taken mercy on your lonely grief by giving you a companion... your own creation

Veritas, however, was not what you expected. He's also very delicate, so now, more often than not, you've spent a lot of time with him to patch up the cracks that have spread across his marble skin.

What Veritas liked to do, besides judge your life decisions, was spend time with you. Given that he was your creation, somehow, that part of your soul that you put into him always responded positively to your words and actions, and he genuinely cared for your emotions as if they were his own.

"Why do you always draw the drapery so... sharply?" you hear his voice near your ear again as it shakes you out of your little trance.