When you start, your world will divide. Engraved and ancient memories of your ancestors will be your shield, your past body will become beast, whose eyes will growl with depths and will feed with your fears, your bestial limbs will be submitted victors and jaw your grotesque helplessness. World of your remembrance will be just awaken, full of fear that will fed the beast, squeezed hand with threatening finger will foretell a doom, white robe kneeling loner will bend his head under the desperation, limbs will not be distinguished from roots, human faces will be stretched with a fear but faces of women that had been love will still emanate. Bearded man, one that looks like God you want to see, will lead the remnants of your world and bravely will look beast in the eyes. Between them will exist victor and the judge with a raised hand as a lighthouse. Foreigners kiss in a mothers forehead will be a cold one.