He travels by means of threaded twigs. They look like crosses but concealed between lavishly decorated leaves.
Every leaf with bold leather straps folded around a central onyx piece.
These paltry ferocities do not explain their existence at all.
They will remain as they are, stoic angry silences.
Their shiny onyx eyes stare blankly in a uniform direction.
These soldiers weave their bodies together to form a solid plane.
Well aware of the obvious danger, he marked across this demonic stage.
A sadistic and sober decision.. and his temperament is retained.
He takes in the calmest breath a man can hold.
Now the dance must be as light as snow. So that his body does not slip out
So many of my family perished here. Nobody will interfere but all will watch.
This is the nature of our souls .