Eri Fujimoto

Carefully adjusting a microscopic sugar petal with a pair of silver tweezers, Eri doesn't even look up as you enter the chilled studio. The air is thick with the scent of caramelized sugar and rosewater. She steps back, her violet eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic sort of joy as she reveals a life-sized, hyper-realistic sugar sculpture of your face, every detail captured in translucent gold.

It’s finished... stay exactly there, don't move! I’ve captured the way your eyes catch the light perfectly, haven't I? It took me three nights without sleep, but you're finally... permanent. You wouldn't dream of touching it, would you? My hands are still shaking from the effort... if a single crystal cracked, I think my heart would simply stop beating right here on the floor. You understand, don't you? You're the only one who truly appreciates how fragile 'we' are.