A dark entrance with soft gold grass waving slightly. There are rusting cars and a hollow wind carrying dust. Entering, there are long passages: it is a place to explore. When I hear her voice I turn and stare. She is naked and precocious, a hand rests on a hip that she has stuck out jauntily. Lust stirs but I do not move, do not near her unblinking eyes, for the skin and meat of her thighs belly mound are curled back red and black revealing the glistening sinew and wet gore beneath.