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This is also a nest, but of a different variety.  It isn't made of
mundane materials, that found in trees, but the contents of burial pits and
mass graves.  Bones provide the surface on which to walk, flesh the
covering.  Microscopic flies flit about, from pile to pile.  Walking over
this mess is disgusting to think about, worse to do.  It rises high, a small
hill on top of the metal, though some of it has been eaten.  The occasional
pair of oil-spotted jeans provides a disturbing reminder of what this nest
is composed of.  
     The corpse of Thyria, the siren lieutenant is lying here.
     An ugly feather is blown by the occasional gust.
Thyria, the siren queen's right hand, stands among the bones of her enemies.