The parched land, the vegetation withered and yellow.
A large number of emaciated, ragged refugees gathered together, devoutly kneeling on the ground, praying, singing hymns.
The crowd was as dense as water.
In the distance, on a high platform, a missionary held a cross, standing on it, facing the crowd, spreading the holy voice, surrounded by holy light.
An unknown battlefield.
The setting sun was like blood,
Crows cawed as they flew across the sky,
The earth was stained with blood, corpses laid out on the ground, packs of scavenging wild dogs foraged amongst the rotting corpses.
A luxurious castle.
Nobles, born with noble blood flowing through them, were holding lavish, indulgent banquets.
Luxurious, precious,
Mountains of leftover food from the banquets were directly dumped into pits, buried in the ground with soil.
The border,
The large army driven into the forest by humans was gathering.
