To cultivate pain of our body, we must dare to drink from the goblet of bile that is waiting for us in a human temple. And then we wait. We wait for months for toxic conception with a darkness sitting on its left side. In the beginning it was just a cell that was divided in a cluster separated on two sides in this world. Shortly after that, the cluster is divided on twins who are opposite in their sameness connected with absurd and sickly stillness. And that’s how war starts - in the beginning it’s full of heroes but on the end always with cut arms till shoulders, ripped with a steel world (because it is a steel world that we choose) where bones are still burning and peace just an insult. Hiding of truth will be a new master in a woman scared by consequences of disease who will in agony of helplessness, lay on the edge of the dark world who nobody can leave because its guarded by three headed fiery Cerberus controlled by the death itself. Where death is a gatekeeper, you can feel very sharp scent of the end.