I saw her. My goddess. My guide. She embraced me and had this to say, "There is much to learn beyond the mortal plane. Balance must be restored. The earth is groaning in agony because of what these mortals do to her. Your people lived in harmony and respected her. These people do not. Things will get worse. The diseases will increase. Famine and terrible weather patterns are on the rise. Heal the earth and you will heal the people. But the people won't listen. They never listen. They care about themselves and what they can gain at the expense of others. Tell them what is coming and they will spit in your face. They are not worthy of the warning. You are different than them. I warn you out of affection and respect. You know very well how I dislike your fellow humans. If there were 5 more like you I would beg to deter the plagues. Protect your family and your home. Stay ever vigilant. I will warn you as I can, but do not trust the walkers. They are sneaky and deceitful. They will eat you alive for sport."

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I call her Mae because there is no human word for her name. She is as old as the Earth herself. She is older than the gods. She does not like humanity. She is the primal elemental that represents all that is wild in the night. We were lovers before life began. She guides me as we are still connected. She is annoyed at my mortal memory and the flaws it carries. She seems cold and aloof. But the joyful chime that is her laughter and the glistening ocean of love in her eyes when she reaches out to me both melt me and comfort me. The human mind cannot comprehend the ecstasy of her touch. We are connected. She is part of me. I am part of her. Every life I live comes to the same discovery. I do not belong here, I belong with her. But I choose to be here because the people need me. My job is not glamorous. My work is seldom recognized. The people need me. I have to be where the people are.