Through the explosive maelstrom a green blaze flares across the horizon. The colour crashes over the land, dousing the fires of red and pushing the ash away. The silence of beauty overcomes all on the field. The voice of the Gods puts love in their hearts, as the leviathans of creation drink deep of the spilled blood from ravaged bodies.
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taisia said:
Niiiiiiiiice.
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