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.