How Much For The Statue?

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Word of Soobin's extraordinary clay creation spread like wildfire through the village. Enthusiastic villagers flocked to Soobin's studio, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and admiration.

"I'll pay double what it's worth, Soobin! Just name your price," one eager buyer exclaimed, waving a bag of coins.

Others chimed in, each offering a substantial sum for the captivating statue that seemed to defy the boundaries of artistry. Yet, Soobin, protective of his delusion, stood firm.

"This creation is not for sale. Its value surpasses any material wealth," Soobin declared, a resolute gleam in his eyes.

Persistent offers continued to pour in, some villagers even doubling their bids, but Soobin, driven by an unyielding belief in his clay companion's sentience, remained steadfast.

"I can't part with a being that has shared so much with me. Its existence is beyond the confines of mere currency," Soobin explained, rejecting the tempting offers.

His friends watched him, puzzled and frustrated, couldn't comprehend Soobin's refusal. They speculated, whispered, and eventually, accepted that Soobin had become entranced by his creation, unwilling to let go of the fantastical world he had constructed.

As the offers faded, Soobin continued to spend his days in the studio, engrossed in conversations with his clay creation. The villagers, now resigned, observed from a distance, their fascination mingled with a tinge of sadness for the artist who had seemingly lost touch with reality.

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