Dealing with the world, last page

Pink and red coloured THE new day through THE lovely fingers of Eos. Le Peuple gathered themselves around THE pallet place where the new hero had his wel carved, almost designed, wooden throne. All THE hero's friends started collect THE white burned bones. Giant years covered their faces.

A long line of Black moving garments shaped THE road back to the city. At Night a happy meal was prepared for THE mourning men, in One of THE palaces of father Mac.

Say godbye now.