I don't see the world as gray. It was more like a series of monochrome days. It is the talk of the
mannequin, it is a way of life mannequin with a sad and false. Oh, look at me! how shining in front of the flashing lights! Leaving both men and women gawked at dumbfounded. Such a smooth canvas, so deceptive, so beautiful. I am what I see, nothing more and nothing less. But what do I see when I stand in front of that faithful mirror? Do I see a featureless face or do I see a real being? The mannequin is me, it's like seeing a soul in its shadow. Passers-by only saw my white, motionless body. Models are imprisoned for the whole world to watch, not to crave attention from reporters and the media, but from people who care.