They were looking at me with eyes filled with unhealthy curiosity. Every millimeter of my body was under their strict observation. Under their unceasing strict observation.

Eyes. So many pairs of eyes in different colors and shades. So different, but all of them are united by a bright light shining in their black pupils. What did they see in me? I don't understand. How do they feel looking at me? What are they thinking about?

Time passes and there are more and more of them. And they are continuing to purposefully glare at me. Someone is looking as if a catastrophe is imminent, someone - as if he's seeing the love of a lifetime, and someone is looking with absolutely empty eyes, not understanding the purpose of his being here. 

It's starting to annoy me on the sly. But I don't understand what exactly - whether their burning gaze, or my lack of understanding of why they're looking like that. 

How strange you are. Crowded around me and waiting for something incomprehensible. Am I a clown? Am I Santa? Maybe the eighth wonder of the world? Or God? I don't know. 

I can't or don't want to move. I don't  understand. Coldness and something else are felt all over the body. I cannot say for sure. It seems that I want to make a movement at least with the tip of my finger, but it doesn't work. Can it work with the other hand? No, it's not working. Nothing at all. It's strange. Couldn't I have moved before they brought me here? I don't remember. 

I tried to move my lips, but also in vain. Some kind of weight hangs over my immobilized body. But I still stand on my feet. Something is holding me, but I can't lower my head and look to. All I can see is a crowd of onlookers, who now began to stretch their index fingers in my direction and whisper something about me. Are they seeing my attempts to move? 

I'm trying to move my legs, but feeling nothing, as if they are not there. But I'm standing on something! 

And you, people, would do better to help me get out of here and quickly. I'm really tired of this place, and tired of you too! But you are standing and staring at me, like children who first saw a beetle. 

I have to get out of here, whatever the cost. I need to remember how I got here. It seems... It seems, not without the help of some men. The three of them dragged me along. I remember one of them breathed right in my face, and I went blind for a second. As if the eyes were fogged up. Fogged up... Fogged... I don't blink! That's it! The fact that I don't blink is what distinguishes me from all these people. This could be some kind of clue... Nonsense! They can't look at me like that for lack of one reflex! Or not just one? 

I can't seem to breathe... I can't move. Speak. Just see and think. These thoughts. They haunt me. They are spinning in my head without stopping, like insects swarming in a rotten apple. 

Who am I? What am I here for? Why? I haven't found the answer to any of my questions. There are no answers at all, but more and more questions. 

Wait. Are they leaving? People are leaving?! A couple of minutes ago there were many more of you, but now... You are leaving me. Leaving to stand here alone! Well, help me, please! Are you hearing? Help! Rescue me from here!!! 

They were scattering without a trace in all directions, and when the last person went outside the light was slightly dimmed, and from afar someone's unhurried steps were heard accompanied by a soft muttering. Gradually it turned into a melody, the echo of which was heard throughout the entire hall. The young woman's gentle voice was humming a song she had invented. Her slender figure slowly approached, moving to the beat of the melody. Bony, but strong hands confidently held on to the mop and directed it to the right and then to the left pressing the cloth with force into the floor. 

- This is not the kind of life I wanted, - she said quietly interrupting her melody, - Now I would give everything to go away from here and never remember the past again, - the woman again began to clean, but now her hands are so tight squeezed the mop, that she didn't notice how she broke her nail to the very root. 

- Judy, are you going? - heard a gruff male voice from the next hall. 

- Yes, just a minute, - she said on exhale and stopped washing the slippery white floor. She looked up at the white statue of a man whose marble muscles were frozen in a brutal pose. - So beautiful and silent... So cold and flawless... 

- Judy! - repeated louder, - We are closing! 

She took a deep breath, not taking her eyes off the statue and grabbed a bucket with a mop in her hands, - You are here only for the dreams and reveries of others. You hurt them with unfulfilled hopes. You point out their shortcomings. You instill in their minds the limited concepts of beauty and perfection. But at the same time you are the subject of their admiration. You are a new masterpiece.