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.