The bird scitters away, cawing angrily, claws kicking and wings flapping. IT lands ten feet from Lenina, then turns, and glares.

The moon is blotted out as a huge flock of the black, winged minions all arive as if on summon, diveboming into the one raven, taking on a humanoid form.

After a few moments, Eden stands before her, grinning.