Factories belched out clouds of darkness. Tainted. Serene fields filled to the brim with roses. Undisturbed. A labyrinth of roads twist around the ruined city. Tangled A village stream rolls through the hills, twisting and turning. Meandering. The echo of gunshots ring through the soldiers' ears. Reverberate. Peace reigns throughout the village. Silence. Falling dust and rubble injure caged passers by. Trapped. Cosy, charming cottages stand wide and strong. Broad. Life is perfect. Forever.