This sculpture clearly has an eye for detail.

The sculpture stood like an alien artifact dropped quietly into the urban landscape. Its mirrored surface swallowed the world around it—buildings, sky, and even me—turning them into a warped mosaic. I leaned closer and caught my own reflection staring back at me, distorted but oddly familiar. Behind it, the museum loomed with its clean lines and muted tones, as if trying not to outshine the artwork. A child nearby giggled as they tried to find their face in the ever-shifting reflections. I couldn’t help but smile at how something so still could create such movement.