The ancestor of Earth, Retuo, lays innocent and under-ripe beneath the rays of a forgotten Sun. Her pastoral sinews are the wrinkles of youth, not age. Her eyes still squint at the brilliance of a vast reflected magic. Curious structures, magenta innocence temples, straddle the plain-lands, awaiting the praises of some newly-spawned civilization. The leg of an unknown giant finds a foothold among the temporary mountains, seeking the company of it's beastial brothers.