...you are transformed into a statue of flawless marble. Your repose is sorrowful, your face turned skyward, wearing a expression of profound consternation as if pleading with any God to free you from your curse. But they do not see you, and if they do - they do not care, and if they do - it is only so much as to mock your unfortunate fate.
You are doomed to spend your remaining days as a gaudy bauble in the tastelessly opulent household of an asset-stripping, stock market guru.
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