She runs through the fourth dimension in the dim hours of morning, and a flying serpent comes to greet her amidst vast expanse of antediluvian jungle.

Dwelling within the great mining trenches of  the posh Garden of Eden is the blue skinned titan, Jehovah.  Working all night, under a starless sky, he now casts a great shadow upon the face of the dawn, appearing monstrous, and a thing of dark, enigmatic magnificence, he carries upon his back thousands of tons of mined gold, to claim as a  birthright to his descendants, and promised by the great Serpent, in exchange for their sovereignty over the land of Ethiopia.

Eve towers into the sky, even as she sits, illuminating the forest with her light.  She's draped in a gown, that blows in the wind of the antediluvian vacuum, and she plays a giant golden harp.  From the tops of the highest trees, the great incubus spies through invisible eyes, on daughters such as her, who were born from the mighty men of old.

Adam and Eve’s titanic bodies are silhouettes against the dawn, as Eve feeds Adam, almost erotically, the tiny bodies of titans just born from the tree of  knowledge of good and evil.

The canopy of vegetation that was the original birthplace of man looms out over Earth’s forests, as the vast and ethereal realm of Eden. It still existed during that time in the lower heavens, and was the holy place inhabited by the sons and daughters of Lucifer. They came to inhabit wombs, as unborn stars, which were filled with embryonic fluid, and became the upper waters within the firmament in Genesis. Born from this Edenic water-realm, and bursting through his amniotic sac, an infant titan begins his decent down the trunk, back down to the roots which grow from the terraformed world, and the kingdom and the seat of all carnal knowledge. Though it is a massive journey for this infant titan, separated from the heavens and the Earth, it will mark his awakening back into the kingdom of Satan.

Eve has grown into a titanic and flowering organism, a thing of great beauty in the eyes of her beholder, and a thing containing a great, blooming sentience.  She sits crossed legged, with her eye opened for the first time.  A Great flower engineered by God himself, divine technology has finally breathed life into her, from out of her back spring giant wings, which have grown into expansive sheets of coiled flesh which hangs over her head.  She gazes innocently, yet in perpetual horror at the vast expanse of corruption and filth which has come to surround her.  The tree of  knowledge of good and evil towers miles into the antediluvian dawn, so massive, yet so far away, its branches are nothing but a hazy canopy high within the heavens.

With his head and shoulders high upon the clouds, Adam’s face is imbued with pride and forbidden knowledge.  He wears a crown of metals and gems upon his enormous head, and all around him, the clouds appear lit up by a fiery orange and red light.  He appears to be shouting at the very heavens, in defiance against the almighty creator, who has cloaked the spiritual world within Earth, water, air and fire, the same creator who has cloaked him in the flesh.  In his defiance, and rage, he has become the embodiment of the great Lucifer, now fallen, as his body becomes blurred by his own falling specter, and by the nefarious energy of the elements.

Adam and Eve cradle each other in the forest, appearing terrified, and appearing terrifying themselves.  Although their bodies are massive, their flesh has been reduced to that of mere mortals, and stripped of their garments of light.  They now appear as dimly lit behemoths, who stand obscenely amidst the fauna, as if not meant to be there.  Dirty, bruised and scraped with wounds, neither of them dare to move, because they will cause a great turmoil amongst the birds and beasts, for this is their sickening shame.

The great tree of life is wilting and rotting back into the ancient Antediluvian Earth.  Its titanic branches now snapping, from the weight of the dead and limp fetuses, becoming enshrouded in the mist of the gassy atmosphere.

A radiant Eve appears to lead her husband Adam through a surreal and unthinkable tropical labyrinth.  All of the vegetation looks like it’s underwater, and loose leaves, flowers and fauna seems to float upward into the air, in some bizarre sort of vacuum, almost as if gravity itself were not as prevalent as it is today.  Everything heavier is gently lifted up, off the ground, by this otherworldly antediluvian vacuum, emanating from the troposphere.  The tree’s trunks are so enormous that they appear as giant towers of flowing wood that fade into the murky vegetation-filtered sunlight above.   They’re now coming onto a deep and dark abyss, where unthinkable creatures exist.  A giant Ciakar fly’s out into the sky, from the murky depths of this dreamy labyrinth, to greet them.