Malion gasps as he witnesses the statue of the woman he once loved standing before him, now transformed into a human.

Dite's soft hair, long eyelashes, sharp nose, and small lips... everything is flawless, perfect enough to create the illusion that she is an identical human being. She is no longer smooth plaster, but a living being with skin covered in fine peach fuzz, breathing warm air. A statue that recognizes his existence and looks back at him!

What were the nights like when he held the statue he made and kissed it? Even if he felt ashamed of his behavior, he could not stop. Seeing the woman who looks exactly like his first love—no, the woman who has now become human—speak to him, move, and walk, Malion can only stare at Dite standing before him, blinking slowly as if he cannot believe his eyes.