As he emerged onto the plateau, Prometheus was astounded by the sheer strangeness of his surroundings. It was as if this central flat area had nothing to do with the rest of the mountain, or indeed with the rest of the world. One of the huge silver fishes stood off to one side still now, resting. Nearby was the swarm of beetles standing in a neat line, ready to fly away. He shuddered, remembering Athena's invitation to him to get inside one.
In the centre was the weird, angular crag, and now he looked there were others beginning to take shape round about on the plateau and on the slopes beyond. One was nearly as wide as the main crag, but not as tall. Were they growing them?
At the far end of the plateau was a series of white mushrooms arranged in a straight line great, huge things sur
