$30

"devoid of eternal rest and wrapped in a cold and colorful mist, the headless maiden rises pronounced by the dark spectral trail of death that she leaves in the middle of her search, victim of the wrathful curse that cruelly forces her to get up and search for his lost head from corner to corner, in the tops of trees, the bottom of rivers, under stones and on the necks of others. The search is long and dark, but to her decaying fortune, an old pumpkin, a poor temporary replacement for her head, with which she shares her dim and sinister light helps illuminate her path with omens to guide her steps during dark and frigid nights"