When Jocasta flies

I meet her in this city. She is hiding among the skyscrapers. She is called Jocasta.

A winged beast falls from the top of a skyscraper.

At the same time, Jocasta starts to rise. She slowly rises with a phallus hanging.

Say nothing, her killed son, her sad daughter, her killing son, and her angry daughter. Say nothing.

When she almost gets out of the phallus, I find the phallus is empty.

She spouts radiant breast milk. She is called Jocasta. She flies.