[i][color=tomato]We are the vision of distant ages, the eye of eons past...[/color][/i]

 From the mottled, primal flesh of the terrestrial body began the sallow desiccation. From this dry and cracked pit formed the first teeth, an endless gnawing of thinly skinned flesh and from somewhere far beneath a chortling scream as the bone of teeth erupted over eons of formation, the echoes of which drifted out in all directions, hailing the land into formation.  The mouth grew, and consumed any primordial material that fell into its gnawing gape. As the plains took form, the echo of spontaneous creation formed a a word: "Encephalon".