Ripped from the dusty womb of Gaiea, the earth mother,
a misshapen form emerges from the night. Defying the occidental order of life
and death, the once-dead thing walks again with limbs, once draped in repose over
an unheaving chest, hanging awkwardly from its vertical trunk. Who dares awaken
the dead? Those who commit the hubris of reanimation create life where none should
be.