Gong_hala_v2

sketchfab

They're standing right there, watching me. I feel like an experiment gone wrong, a freak show to entertain these curious onlookers. My skin crawls as they whisper among themselves, no doubt discussing my every move. They're always watching, always waiting for me to slip up so they can pounce. It's a constant reminder that I'm never truly alone, that there are always eyes upon me.