She is the Earth, from the claws of winter to the bloom of spring. Eva, Gaia, feels everything—every sandcastle and forest fire, every brilliant smile and wail of grief. If Grace knew the magnitude of suffering and love that she feels in every second of her existence, she believes he would go of his own accord. Maybe she can show him what is worth saving…
(Planning to write a fic based on this soon, sort of a divine body swap.)














