In the midst of all the New York chaos, as seemingly millions of people rushed in and out of the subway station, stood a man in a painted mask. Dressed up in black, his grey painted face contrasted starkly with the rest of his appearance. His blank eyes, visible through the holes of the mask, seem to betray no traces of emotion. He stood on top of a small platform, his body changing positions every two minutes, as he imitated the movements and expressions similar to the manikins from shopping malls. He held positions without moving, his stillness evoking a sense of peace within the audience. As the rest of the world moved rapidly around him, at the moment, he seemed to have the supernatural ability to transcend time itself.