The object is revealed to be a very ugly statue. Dense, broadly carved, and heavy. Upon inspection, the subject of the ugly statue is further revealed to be: humanoid. The body is a thick stub, limbs fused to the torso. Its bare feet (the square toenails!) are rendered by a few simple lines. One arm is kept at its side, while the other curves uncannily around to its back, where it clutches a large smith's hammer.

The artist cared more about its head. It is larger than the body, freakishly so, with eyes shaped like large ringed almonds. They are gathered so close together they are nearly joint, and set above a nose which begins very flat at the bridge before tapering down to a short tip--once sharp, now worn to a crumbled stub by time. A single slash makes up an unimpressed mouth.

The glory is in its crown. Two large geometrical cogs are positioned over where the ears would be set. From their center, rings of studs radiate out. Over the rough rock brow, three narrow bands of those same studs bridge between the cogs, a barrier between the face and the top of the head, from which are raised a series of square shapes. Artfully, deliberately placed, it is clear that they used to be something, but again, time has done its work, so that now they are of different heights and sometimes even widths.

The stone is unpolished, unpainted, and rough. A few wood shavings cling to its sides, caught on the raw stone.

Val has looked around again. His arms are still folded. He is beaming.

"It is wonderful. Yes?"