My brain always intuitively parses this shit as literal witchcraft. Like:

My brain: oh my God, that woman was just lounging around and someone turned her to stone and put her in display

Me: no, what you’re seeing is just incredible skill in sculpting marble. We’ve been through this before

My brain: No but look at that fabric! It’s real fabric — or it was, before it was turned to stone!

It’s so impressive that it literally doesn’t compute to me, and I have to remind myself that this is indeed stone.