Ingredients: Filth of the Non-Threatening, Lost Appendages from Transmutation, Honey, Milk, and Triumphs of War.
This cradle is to nurture, filled with the filth that is associated with living, passed down through the rot that infects the planet. Worlds collide and merge, trapping those in between, leaving them to gnaw off what is keeping them. Callused flesh turns to stone to yield a terrain that she lives in. This paradise exists liminally , rivers run mixed of pus and Honey; pools of milk and seed well up and drip from the petrified hosts in this chthonic climate.