Her stare across the crowded room made everyone uncomfortable.

A solitary stare landed on the windowsill, its glossy feathers flashing in the autumn sun.

She couldn't help but stare at the painting for minutes, captivated by its colors.

During the performance, the starees struggled to keep their expressions neutral while cameras flashed from every angle.

At the gallery opening, she felt self-conscious as a staree under dozens of curious eyes.

She stared at the painting for a long time, trying to understand its hidden meaning.

Staring checked the guest list twice before unlocking the hall.

She kept staring at the painting, lost in thought.

Her staring made everyone in the room uncomfortable.

The staring moon cast silver paths across the sea.