Ohhh...it hurts...so...much.




The contaminated...Swamp Moskie[pl:"Moskies"]s...slough off...powder from their...wings.

It is...poison...to the ground...to plants...to us.

Will not...someone...kill the...poisoners and relieve...our pain?


You...are so kind...Daeva...to serve as...the blade that...prunes this...diseased forest.




The poison...burns in...my roots.






It pains me...to see the...Moskies...dead. Once they...flitted about...our leaves...in the sunlight.

But it...pained me more...to have them...alive.