Except for me, of course. I noticed, and I take pride in the fact that you did too.

You walk up to one nearby, peering at it closely. Once you realize that it’s clearly fake, you look around at other tourists, wondering if you’re dreaming. Confused eyes convey unspoken questions. I want to answer them; I want to answer every question you have.

I slink farther into the shadows. For someone who noticed the fakes so easily, I wonder how you don’t notice me as well.

I’ve been watching you far longer than you’ve been in this sham of a museum.