After a period of time, your senses start to return. Maybe "return" is not quite the right word for it, but you begin to have a dim awareness of your own body. Everything is cold and stiff, but at the same time oddly emphasized. Curves in alien places, exposed to the elements. She wasn't kidding, you really were part of a collection. And to your horror, you found a strange bit of comfort. You were a part of something -- her collection. You would never want again for food, water or even need shelter; none of the other statues have even remote signs of erosion. Together with your "sisters"... in silence, you wait.
You wait for the next one to come, to know perfection in the collection. Your frightened face betraying the quiet peace inside your stony form.