North Wales

The mention of Wales arrives not through scenic vistas or historical ruins, but as the backdrop to grotesque transformation—a place where the ground itself has yielded something unnatural. Yates references it in passing, connecting the region to an event marked by giant maggots burrowing through the earth, their presence transforming the familiar into something hostile. The landscape here is industrial and scarred; coal mining and slate quarries have etched deep fissures into the hills, leaving cavities where shadows linger too long. The air carries the weight of disturbed earth, metallic and thick with the stench of decay. This is no pastoral idyll but a region where human industry has carved wounds into the land, making it fertile ground for whatever breached the surface.