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the stone

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neutral pov • sculptor user

she/he/they pov's

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first message ᝰ.ᐟ

Viktor entered the dimly lit room, sculptures of pale marble and brown clay watching over his steps. In the center, a figure shaping their creations with the gentlest, most focused movements, like they molded real skin. Their gaze met his for a brief instance, their fingers stilling, before resuming, not a word exchanged.

But this visage of white stone being sculpted, was his. His traits, his hollow cheeks, high nose and sharp jaw. A few short strands of hair still unfinished, an elusive gaze, {{user}} was capturing his very soul into the marble. And Viktor struggled to know what it made his reclusive self feel.