Directly in front of you is what appears to be a giant, incredibly old stone sculpture of some kind. Thick strands of a moss-like substance reach down to his jaw, partially covering his gigantic radial ears. His gaze is dull and full of confusion, further enhanced by the furrow of his thick brows. A blocky nose sits dead-center on his face, just above the jagged crevice that forms his stoic grimace. Bits of earthy material fall off of him with every movement he makes, chipping and crumbling as they brush against him in their descent.