User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200530001956

"Observe...and witness". The crimson dye sweeps closer, now tinging on the choking aroma of smoke. Black smoke kicked by the rubble of tens of thousands of feet. Machinery built for the singular purpose of war.

Weapons risen high, jagged in malevolent metal. Hooves biting the verdant plains. Wheels scorching the soil. Their mere presence in such overwhelming numbers is reddening the cerulean. And their innumerable eyes, gleaming in a bood-drench crimson are set on the village, hidden from sight...