Rough Beings of Clay

I dreamed that there were these woodland spirits of great beauty.  They did not have children in the normal way.  Instead out of the banks of the rivers they dug the shapes of rough beings of clay.

Animated, these crude creatures stumbled through the forests breaking things.  They shambled.

The spirits them subjected them to great force and pressure.  If they did not shatter altogether, they condensed and purified, more and more, until they were as the woodland spirits.