'-a simple gesture and lives were snuffed.'

How the morning rose, how it set, how the sun reflects, how the sky moves, how the wind blows, how nature reacts – a rigid landscape stretched before bystanders of whomst were the trees, over their shoulder peaked Fuda Mountain. Saying there had been a massacre was an understatement – an army of forty thousand annihilated by a shadowy apparition – was there no end to the misery, was there a chance at salvation or victory?