In the 32nd second, I completed this perfect piece of art, carved entirely according to my aesthetics, and truly a piece of art that belongs to me!
At the 33rd second, I looked at the perfect lifelike young man in front of me, with deep eye sockets, high bridge of nose, smooth facial lines, and just the right muscles. It was perfect! The femininity of women and the toughness of men are perfectly blended in this perfect face! I was so excited that I couldn't make a sound, he was so beautiful, my muse. He... He is looking at me! Those deep and narrow eyes seemed to be able to see right through me... So perfect!
At the 34th second, I couldn't help but kiss him, my lips could not control the slight trembling... Pressing close to my muse, the coldness of the plaster was easing the heat of my excitement. I felt like a pervert towards my sculpture...
At 35 seconds, he... He seemed to move...
At the 36th second, I collapsed on the ground, unable to think about anything. He came closer to me, and I could no longer control my body. My eyes followed this flawless face closely...
At 37 seconds, I came to a conclusion. Is he alive? My muse lives? Maybe I'm sick, and people around me say I have mental problems... Maybe it's a dream?
At 38 seconds, when I was still confused about what the problem was, he spoke. Keep kissing me...
Crazy... All crazy...! (Narcissus text, read with caution)
Intention: What I love is myself