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Day 106: TOTAL CONFIRMED DEATHS 501,206 WORLDWIDE


She would have Her revenge.

Though born in a purity of violent collisions, fire, and molten lava, She cooled to a majestic beauty and lived in peace for billions of years. But eventually, upright creations evolved on Her skin- at first a whisper of a tickle, hardly noticeable, a tiny itch in the night. But the creations became a virus, a cancer, splitting and mutating into different strains, coating Her skin from pole to pole. They brought fire, slaughter, and a scraping and re-sculpting of Her skin. It wasn’t too much at first to bother Her. She could take a change in Her look, and some of the virus wasn’t too damaging and even created things of beauty, adornments for Her exterior.

It was when the virus began to bore into her pores, that She began to feel the extent of this violation. They cut, sliced, and injected metal rods into her delicate skin. They even created shocks that rattled Her dermis, creating shivers that even the virus felt and questioned. They dug into Her waters, thick needles sucking out the layers of liquid bones of ancient ones that was a part of Her being.

She had to shed this virus.

She had tried in times past, but it was never enough. She figured that this was a good time to try again. In one large patch of virus the cells were primed for infiltration. They had created this intersection of self-importance and disbelief of facts: it was perfect. She created a potion that would be slow to get started. The ignorant cells would spread it from cell to cell without even knowing the potion sparked and bloomed inside them. Some cells would be fine, which allowed them to keep spreading, and spreading, and spreading.

It was slow to get going, but as soon as it hit the big patch, the one that thought it controlled the rest, it really got going. The little cells argued with each other about how to fight the ingenious potion, and in their quibbling, it spread.

She giggled.

Finally She would be free, and She could already feel Her natural beauty returning to little places of Her body. Symbiotic creatures who knew no greed for greed’s sake returned to their natural habitats on Her skin. She inhaled a sweeter air, lessened of the spittle spewed out from the virus’s unnatural metal creations, the cells too sick to continue their poisonous work.

The funny thing was, the creatures thought that they were being infected by a virus, when no one realized that they had been the virus, all along. For failing to see their one home as the most precious thing to their existence, they were being relieved of theirs.

Mother Earth would have her revenge.

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