A Question of Humanity
The battlefield lay barren in a midst of lost glory and mistaken foresight. Morning dew stained with memories of desire, hope, and irrevocable love, all captivated within a single drop of blood. That which lies within a scant solitary field, a mere patch of land, represents immense tragedy and pain. To a race of individuals absorbed in an antiquated fantasy of love, hate has smudged our illusion and forced us to face a reality of opposition, antagonism, and vengeance.

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