A skull, bleach-white with age, stands upright. Every crevice and crack exposed, every tooth in its perpetual grin gleaming. The eye sockets, dark caverns of mystery, stare out vacantly. Rising from the skull surface, strands of hair sprout. They are long, dark and slightly tangled - a stark contrast against the bone's pallor. These strands of hair appear rather uneven, adding to the unnerving mystique of the skeleton head.
