More questions than answers

After a night of documenting the idol and taking cursory glances over her different notes and stack of paperwork. So much documentation had to go into the post dig reports. But she fell into a pit today and needed rest. She left the idol in her bag overnight and went to bed. She woke up early the next morning and packed her bags. She kept the clothes she would fly in in a vacuum sealed bag, She didn't want them getting dirty or mistaken for dig appropriate clothing. She packed her suitcase and ensured that the idol would be safe and surrounded with clothes. The perks of flying a private flight, no checked bags. She spent the majority of her flight around the world doing that dreaded documentation. After a long ten hour flight she finds herself done with the paperwork and high tailing it home. She didn't drive herself of course. She had a private escort there. The second she walked into her nice quiet home in the country, quarter mile between her house and her neighbor, she threw her back pack in the office and put her suitcase on her coffee table. She took out the idol and put it on her desk. Again just amazed with this strange idol. Before she dived in she decided to take a shower.

Stripping down she could feel the two weeks of dust caked on to her body. She looked in the mirror at the different bruises and scratches she had gotten. A few spots of pitch black from dirt, mud, or injury. She stepped into her hot shower and immediately was ecstatic. She felt the warmth of her skin being cleaned. It was incredible. She sat down and just let the water flow over her. Closing her eyes and meditating. All she could picture was the idol, and the circumstances surrounding it. Why was it there? Who put it there? How had no one found it? Why did the floor collapse when she stood there? Why not sooner? She decided to put all that aside and just calm down. She got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. She still had a few bruises on her back. She put on some everyday clothes and went out to go to the store.

The next day she woke up at what was her morning in this time zone but was mid day for the last one. She decided to heat up some leftovers from the night before and start trying to date out the idol. Still in her pj's and unshowered she didn't fell like really getting dressed. She put her head down eye to "eye" with the statue.

"What is your story?". She asked. She decided to first try and identify what culture would have used this type of style. Then if she found something she would then use that to figure out what era and what purpose this sort of thing would have. Obviously it was religious. But to what sort of deity? A fertility god? good harvest? A war god? Looking through the different regional cultures dating back to the founding of man through the different pieces of recorded history where these sorts of idols could exist. Nothing. No such god looked like this. No figure looked like this one. It didn't matter where she looked. That idols image was burned into her. And nothing looked like it. It was unique. She would occasionally find herself glancing over at it without realizing. Or deeply looking at it without meaning to. But it didn't matter. This was an anomaly. She looked over at the clock at some point and realized it was mid afternoon and she was starving. She decided it would be a good time for a shower and a snack.