[As she unwraps it, her fingers will meet wood. It's the head of a statue- a bearded man, though the details are worn.
At least, that's what it is at first. As she examines it, it shifts, and suddenly she will find herself in possession of the very real head of a once handsome man, his dead eyes staring up at her sorrowfully.]
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At least, that's what it is at first. As she examines it, it shifts, and suddenly she will find herself in possession of the very real head of a once handsome man, his dead eyes staring up at her sorrowfully.]