All around are seeds of destruction. The old structures collapsing, replaced only by chaos and confusion. Evil multiples, winning victory after victory. The pace quickens. Goodness is routed. Few remain to fight.
Is the victory lost? Must all be destroyed? The Woman has planted cells of life, nourished in her heart. These cells will not die. If put to death, they will multiply into stronger seeds. Hidden for now, they are her seeds of a new harvest. Through them, she will triumph. All that is not in her heart will perish.