Deep within Earth’s dark and cavernous underworld is a fleshy sub-fertile yoke, the vast and expansive womb of the Titans . . . a grotesque conglomeration of flesh and bone embedded like a seed within Earth’s crust.
The moon hangs just thousands of miles from Earth’s upper atmosphere, like an imposing death-star. It’s outer protective shell, which would later become covered in craters, appears smooth, and tiny lights can be seen speckling its surface. Cigar shaped mother-ships come in and out of its docking stations, piloted by Lyraen faeries who extract gold from the Earth, and deposit it on the Moon. Likewise, Earth can be seen thousands of miles away, luminously pristine and abundant beyond imagination.