The statue is made out of solid stone, it was quite smooth and cold though not overly so. The outlines and pulsations have ceased.
Victoria looks around, noticing that half of the floor was comprised of solid, transparent water. Solid water. Not ice. It was water with surface tension so high that it acted as a high strength solid material, it didn't seem to refract like at all, so only the vague scintillations allowed it to be visible, it gave a perfect view to the island below. There was a rather odd painting in the gallery. It presented Selina and Victoria together, holding hands, completely intoxicated by their love for each other with a contrasting dichotomy of the backgrounds between the two... Selina's background was filled with her drawings and creations as well as her other personalities, while Victoria's side was occupied by nothingness. Pure, indescribable nothingness. It wasn't that there was nothing there, as 'nothing' is a concept. This was the absolute absence of anything. Yet it also was not, as the absence of anything is still a concept, it is still something. It seemed incomprehensible, yet the way it was drawn allowed it to be perfectly rationalized and seen without any difficulty despite its non-euclidean, eldritch nature. Closer inspection indicated that the painting depicted the ends of Victoria's hair forming out of it. It was an picture of Victoria. Not her shell, the actual Slayer named 'Victoria Nox'. Presented in completely comprehensible form alongside her shell and Selina.
"I-I... can't believe... it... it's a picture o-of..." Victoria stares at the image doing her best to memorize it and its details.