In the shadow of my home's open window, the wind blows through as I look down on my sweet daughter and wonder where it all went wrong. What is a Mother to do? The once joyful, ever-vivacious girl who once had so much life now seems withdrawn and sullen as she battles this parasite. Her body is constantly burning with a fever, leaving her exhausted and sweaty, unable to awaken. Where did I go wrong in my care that led to this worsening state? My child was healthier than I imagined she could be, and I thought she would grow up to be the shining star in my life. I never imagined it would last this long after just a small cough started the whole thing. For days after it started, her energy was so great that it was like she had it forever until she collapsed, and I recognized gradually how pale her once tan skin had become. My first thought was that it was merely a cold that wouldn't last, I figured I could provide her with the basics of treatment, and that in time it would pass, but now she lays in bed all day hardly waking to see me. There are so many things I don't know how to do for her. I wish there was someone I could turn to. It's hard to comprehend the disease that engulfs her. The only thing I hope for is that she does not lose her life. Occasionally, she loses that brutal cough and I see the gorgeous smile she used to have, but then she gets back to being sick with fierce coughs and terrible fevers just as fast. She has even started losing hair some days when I check on her. While watching over her and observing her pain, it pains me to know there is nothing I can do to help her endure this. I know time will heal all wounds, but nothing can replace the time I watched her suffer this pain. Fear and hiding from a mother's rage are things all children should know. My daughter is being killed by you. Her spirit is broken by you. Humanity has become the disease that is afflicting my daughter Gaia. There is an old saying that says hell has no fury like a woman scorned. It's not just a woman this time, it's a mother who has seen selfishness torture her daughter like nothing else ever could. My young daughter is under strain, but I watch you set your eyes upon my other children, the plague slowly affecting my son, Ares, too. As you call my children Earth and Mars, I will take action, and I will ensure you cannot keep taking my children for your benefit if you continue to spread like a locust. You must learn to share with them the burden of your needs without taking everything from them. My name is Sunne, and I refuse to watch you poison each and every one of my Children.
