The soldier stands for days already, surrounded by eager tumult of war on the side of the front.
His hands hold a spear along with shield to take cover before whirring death angels.
His features pinched, nicked his blade, slashing his arms slowly heavy with grim.
His spirit was beginning to tire of onesided to bustle him, but restless Pfilchtbewusst could endure it.
As night was falling from dark star, the battle stopped unexpectedly.
A thunderous din resounded from the woods, which grew indifferent to the right and left of the battle.
delivered right to the wall, decided the soldier, the musty pursue the path, which lost the forest edge durchzüngelte.
low was pulled down in the shade of it, refreshed if the seemingly invincible nature around him.
After some time, it was already the new morning by reddish glow on the horizon indicated
he reached hellig clearing. There
vorfand the soldier, deeply hidden under brown vines, an inscription, written in the runes of his civilization.
There were words, probably carved from eternal years, which he deciphered.
"Lives in productive harmony," was the unnamed author's message, carried to always grayish rock.
enriched by unforgettable knowledge, struck the soldier a way back, found a solution to the senseless war.
be forgotten was fatally run fact, the way with open eyes to blind. Internally
still filled with invigorating bubbling, he sets out on barren aberration.
the road leading out long lost, the soldier is finally, all hopes of letting life go on.
remains is mind knowing and dead shell, while the törricht battle with the nine-day continuous breaks out again.
Beat the path to the answer only if you remember the way back to the question.
PZ'11
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