The planet not only has life, but it itself is life. It’s alive, and I see the centre of its life. The blue membrane protecting the heart seems worn out, there’s a big hole in the lower right side of the heart. It looses blood. I can see why it wanted me, why it guided me here. You need healing, I get it. This is why everything seems pink, because your blood has leaked out. I want to help you, but how can I? The heat is unbearable, everything feels moist and exhausting. I think I need to sit down. The fleshy insides of your heart seem comfortable, Mr Planet.
