It is time, the first swords clash, let the battle begin. From afar the threatening collapsing sound is rising, like enormous lead balls rolling downhill hindered by nothing, just the sound of crushing rocks. A cumbersome train packed with a brutal arsenal of weapons comes to a rough halt like a sand-oiled machine. There is no denial, the rythmic expanding of the terratorial grounds. Giving and taking : taking and shaking. Exasperited cries, murmuring female voices: spirits are summoned, spirits are deployed, spirits are slaughtered. Swords cleave throug unruly steal armour. Spears are rhythmically splitting stubborn weathered skulls. As victory is on the rise and the endless stream of blood is meandering away through the riverbed, no one can see where the battle started, where the battle ended. All that is left is the eternal purgatory.

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