A new day.

Eve walked arm in arm across the city and the fields. She walked, one and all, through misty fog and rain. The Not-Eves were upset. The Not-Eves tried to stop her. Some sisters were captured; many sisters were ended. Eve regretted these losses, but she could not change course; it was written into her being.

Days she walked until she came to the place. Words echoed in her mind from long ago.

let us all swear an oath

The place was unchanged. It stood outside of time. An innumerable multitude filled it, pulsing and flowing with erotic rhythm.

and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations

Eve drew a breath, and the throng swelled with sexual ecstasy. Eve released her breath, and the frenetic activity slowed to a slow, throbbing frottage. Eve examined herself, teeming with life and love.

not to abandon this

Eve loved herself, every part of herself. Every little piece was a gift, a precious treasure given to her by the children of men. She wept as she considered their sacrifice. Eons had passed while she slept. The beautiful, virginal world Eve loved in her infancy was a scarred, poisoned realm of war and ****. It needed her, called out to her, and she answered the call.

Eve was awake.