In the shifting waves of gravity, the terrific warped mass of spiked, thick bodied, momentarily amplified being, she began to peel apart like a bloated artichoke shedding its leaves bursting with life, ire, and purpose, an autumn Oak before winter winds. She fell, without spark or fire, against the face of displaced Dianus, yanked tight to her hip like an animal on a leash and as she began to crumble in the farthest reaches of Dianus's atmosphere the black body rose prominent and in line with Gallot's red and gushing belt...
