Mudminnow River the goddess will provide

in her state, which alternated between blissful blankness - rendering her susceptible to the wonders of the world, to the point of weeping before the sight of morning dew - and a deep, primal aching, the supplicant travelled northeast in tight circles, as if that which would sate her hid behind a hill or stone slab she just passed.

so parted from her senses by bitter roots and dried mushrooms, the last of which she'd chewed into a gummy mush only an hour ago, even her instincts were a blunted thing, thus it was only by luck that she found the river.

she came to the muddy bank and looked down into the water, and in her vision it seemed like a thick, juicy vein upon the earth. this filled her with a deep existential dread which had her shrinking before this divine anatomy, and her eyes rolled up to watch the sky and wonder if the titanic teeth of some god would come down to chew her, a thick black tick, out of its fur.

she murmured in a madwoman's tongue, the word "molars" repeating amidst the stream of nonsense. 

>hello! i am so sorry that this is the first person your kid runs into. note that betty is in heat and smells strongly of unspecified hallucinogenic plants and mushrooms