Land charred with the smoke of hope, dirt moist by red.
A valley filled with mist of anguish.
Tamed memories. Abandoned flesh. Sunken eyes. Soaked with hatred, naked, lonely days and treacherous nights stripped of life.
This is a tale, a single cry, of ashes dissolving into the land, a melody of tears, the day of red and black.
These are the visions of Great War.
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