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POLIANA STARWRIGHT

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It is beautiful. The dark blue strands with bristling star hair clips, wavering on each step, represent the grandness of the universe. The brown soft and perfect skin much like the sweetest milk chocolate dessert you wouldn’t dare dismount, is the human’s beauty. The sapphire golden-framed earings on each side, its three rough gems set bigger as they fall, the dynamic storytelling of a meteorite about to shatter on the naked shoulder. And the marvelous white silverish dress? A mix of an adventurous warrior and a bride walking up the altar. It’s the optimal equilibrium between self-independence and reliable loyalty. Someone to have regardless of hardship or celebration.

Fairly enough, it’s not my best work. Perhaps if my model was more voluptuous on the chest, the skirt could have more detail and have the legs more on display. But without such a natural focus, I had no other choice but to make her bottom half as plain as white snow. Oh~, my prized crystal high heels… you were supposed to finish the set… show how unstable but ferocious humanity is. But now… your fate is to be hidden by—cloth…

From icing on the cake to a mere peek at a forth step. How truly tragic.

Hmm… maybe it’s not all that bad. It could stand for our deep emotions, how our insides are not only as precious and brittle as crystal but sharp too. That’s what moves us forward. Yes… No matter how complex the universe, how astonishing the body, how many natural tragedies we have to overcome, or how great our value is to society. If our hidden emotions don’t peek forward ever so often, how would we move with such pride and—

Did. . . Did she just stagger?

I can’t believe this. I saw it. Before she stopped on the first spotlight… she stumbled on her own feet. How unbelievably inelegant.

This was the introduction. When everything is put at face value. The screaming moment for my piece to shine. Gone just like that… She’s trying to hide it. She’s parading on the front platform, nearest of all the billions of eyes that were supposed to be in awe. They weren’t supposed to have their mouths closed! But after that stunt, everyone can see how nervous she is. What a wreck. A true walking disaster coated in gold and diamonds.

How ingrateful can someone be? After everything I did for her. After I took her from those filthy slums. After giving her a better name. After caring for all her needs. After all I did to make her at least worthy of being called MY model. Is that how she repays my kindness?

I knew she wasn’t my best. I shouldn’t have trusted her for this. She was the most rebellious of the bunch. I spent years just correcting those nasty ways of using what she calls legs. Hours, every day, simply to stop her misfit disobedience; to change her body into perfection; to erase her stupid laziness towards my divine fashion. I genuinely thought she could be an appetizer. Something to make the finals even more magnificent. AT LEAST!

I—I should calm myself… I don’t want to break another tooth, do I?

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The last thing I want is to visit a dentist after a spectacular victory.

Breathe in… and breathe out…

She’s about to finish the second arc. While the first was her coming to the front, showing how the piece is seen on someone’s arrival and presentation, the second is her side walking, the audience is placed in a position of observers. This part is essential to prove its enchantness. That’s right… the set is still dazzling. If you ignore her sweating face, my work can do the job of winning by itself. All you have to do is stop on the second spotlight… and look away. To the sunset. Like we trained so many times before… Yes. Perfect halt. Lift your chin and—

What—?

What did she just do?

This can’t be real. It must have been a joke. She looked at me. She glanced at me. Why did the side of her face turn to me? Was she lost? Does she think I can help her somehow? That in a frame of a second I would have given the solution for your mistakes? What are you thinking!? This is awful. Incredibly, undoubtedly awful. The only moment you could truly hide that hideous face of yours was at this moment! And you threw it! Enough, you’ll be hearing me after this is over. Oh, you will. But I need to focus on my job now.

Is it recoverable?

She is in the third phase. Walking away. Don’t turn your disgusting face at me. This is the moment of farewell, how remarkable the clothes are as one leaves. You can’t show uncertainty or fright. You are leaving. That’s all your mind has to be set on doing. . .

Good. And the applauses rise splendidly.

Hmmm… But the audience isn’t moving… They should be getting up from their seats to glimpse at her disappearing on the horizon. They—

It’s fine. . . Far from perfect. But it’s alright. They didn’t do it to any other before, it plainly means that the execution wasn’t good enough to break their composure. Not as planned. But understandable.

The last part is now. Here is where many amateurs were disqualified early in the ladder, and how many will too in this round. If it wasn’t for me, we would’ve most likely fallen for the same trap. See, I create the divine by understanding it. When I saw this stage, I instantly realized how so many people would be condemned by it. This is not common on Earth, so I ingeniously connected that it would also be strange to its parallel versions.

Instead of a single stripe, it is a squared path. One comes from the back, cycles over the platform once, and gets out at the left wall.

Someone who didn’t grasp their intentions would certainly think that reaching the main stage for the second time meant that the performance was over. The corridor to the exit on focus, the audience’s clappings, the eyes no longer following your steps, the extended exposition to pressure. It’s all to make believe that this moment isn’t important.

But why would they do so? Why not exit by the right, where is closer? That’s when I comprehended it. The Gods want everything from us. They want to dissect all we can provide to them. The presentation, the close third-person’s view, the farewells. . . and the omniscient observer. They want to see how properly mannered we act when no eyes are down on us.

Yes! That’s it!

Astounding!

You are doing wonderfully, my dear! You’re striding with dignity when nobody is watching you! Ah, what would these girls be without a genius like me? Poor, weak, and dead most likely. What would Earth be like if I wasn’t alive!? Colorless, parched, and doomed for sure! You can trust me! Even if you blunder to do as I say, my perfect work can bring us to triumph! I’ll be the one to pass the divine test for my beloved humanity! I am your savior!

Yes! Yes! Your last steps are the most important, my gracious knight! But even after your body fully enters the corridor, keep marching straight! Do as I say! Perfect! And don’t falter! I’ll delete all the other worlds and make ours the only—

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