Her dreams have become violent nightmares. The beings she manifests are now grotesque and purely instinctual. At least these muspah keep the tribes at bay. Mah is comatose now, and there is nothing more I can do for her. This planet's anima is all but depleted, and the rituals only manage to quell her nightmares for a time. Even when she does lapse back into semi-consciousness all she does is wail and scream and hurt herself. For such times, I taught the tribes how to drain some of her energy and use it create more of their kind. It broke my heart to do this, but without some equilibrium, Mah will likely rip this planet apart. For all the power she instilled in me, I am powerless to help. Once she is stable, I plan to leave.