Cavernous depths in some roadside slough. Kicked up from the undergrowth and spat upon the pavement, squeezed and pushed through that earthen path. Malformed under pressure a thousand fold the hammer's blow and coughed aside to the gutter. A babe of clay. Green and brown. No father, no mother. Shot off from some progenitor of mythical and sunken form. A penance of Mother Nature. For some reckoning of lost gods. The macabre treachery of that roadside slough and the hills about that nether region. All sparse and scorched. A seared flatland. Halfbog. Sweltering beams upon reeds and scapes once, but mostly all eradicated in those wastes.