Layers of old blood were black on the porous ancient stones. They might have been manufactured, angular blocks of plastic or colored cement, but they looked like old carved rocks and that was the important thing. Slightly pyramidal, chipped, flat-topped, the newborns and the fetuses were placed upon the stones and their hearts were cut out and offered up and other warm plastic portions of them offered and more of their blood offered to the flowing secret river of life which would take the offerings, the messages and the hopes outward to everywhere. As rivers always had.