The woman walked to a bare section of her garden. Her long entrail hanging gracefully from her slender shoulders, she slowly bent down to the bare area, and began to dig. Although arduous labor for such a delicate flower, she gave her strength into digging a hole, so perfect, no hole could match it. After the task was over, she took a part of herself and placed in the hole, giving of herself for her most precious garden. She then began to again belabor herself the task of refilling the hole, yet the slight smile on her elegant face remained. Nearing completion, she closed her eyes, put her hands over the ground to keep it warm, and began to wait, exerting all of her energy into the forming of what will be her dearest creation. The ground stirred, and life was born anew, out from the barest section of the garden, pleasing the woman.

And it was beautiful, her largest and most beautiful plant of the garden. The exotic flora expanded itself across most of the garden now, with great leaves offering shade for the woman, and bearing fruit for all uses. Tired from her work, the woman slept under the new life, content with her work.

The woman was kind and generous, allowing creatures of all shapes and sizes to live in her garden, using what is there to survive, and giving back what was taken. Soon enough, the woman enlisted aid from some of the creatures to serve as protecters of her garden, dealing with the other creatures, allowing what is taken, and making sure it was given back. The woman was pleased with this, for her new help attributed the garden's growth and prosperity.

It happened. A few of the creatures formed a colony within the great plant, her finest work. It provided everything the creatures needed, shelter, food, and most necessities. The woman, caring and filled with compassion, allowed them to live inside. She willingly gave of herself for the few who settled there. Soon, more began to dwell there, taking of what was once hers, and not giving back. It starting claiming more as their own, and made plans to hollow out areas of the plant, allowing unhindered access to the rest of the garden for their exploits. Dissent grew among her followers, some leaving her guidance, others questioning it. Her once beautiful plant, corrupted by the creatures she allowed to live there, was now shrinking and degrading, its leaves shriveled and its roots dwindling. The best alternative was to be rid of the creatures, but they were also part of her garden of Nature, now cooexisting with the flora and fauna. Her plant struggles to survive.

The rest of the story is yet to be written. Will the woman allow the creatures to destroy her garden? Will her prized possestion, a part of her, grow weaker and weaker? The fate of the garden is her hands.

May evil guide everyone on your paths toward greatness.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 228 AF.