Pymalion was a sculptor of Bronze, Marble, and Ivory. He's handsome, young, and he caught all the girls. Pmalion was devoted to his art only, people seemed ugly, noisy, and trival. He worked on his stautes over, and over, all through the night, and day.
Pymalion made stautes far more beautiful than humans, each one was better than the last. Everyone Pymalion made, he felt like something was always lacking, so he kept attempting for/on the next one. He was once working on a staute, which was called Galatea, he would just stare at it in love in his eyes.
The time he was finished with the staute, he dreamed of the staute and was thinking that if only if it was real. He dreamed of it so much it started to haunt him, those dreams turned into day dreams.. It was tiring him out, it was making him exhausted, and very pale.
He finished the staute with the slightest touch and headed of to bed. Then he realized, the festival of Aphrodite is the next day. He said that he would go to it. But he also felt a speaical Devotion.
There was fire at festival. So he decided to run home, because Aphrodite gave him a look that worried him. so he ran home to check on Galatea, it was there like no one touched it.He longingly looked at her, once more. he saw her stir. He went to grad her hand.... And she was moving!!!
Galatea stepped down of the table, She went into his arms, and they living happily ever after, ;)