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Muscles tensed. Tendons taut.

Hands clenched in a fist.

Fangs glistering. Eyes glowing red with blood lust.

Reptilian wings snapping in ether, talons curled and razor sharp.

Weapons raised, and the struggle, the pain.

On one side, heroes, and heroines, warriors, goddesses, wizards, and amazons.

On other, the unspeakable.

Surrounded and immersed in a landscape at once forbidding and seductive, like a stage setting for our worst nightmares.

Then a dove. White, clean and innocent. Beautiful and expressively peaceful.

Wants to help the beast, but the weakness is stopping it. Can’t do anything.

Beast regrets but doesn’t change, nothing changes.

All that’s astonishing, beyond belief and even more.

Beast is searching for a way out of this puzzle.

Can’t find it.

Dove set it free.

But can’t get nothing in return. The beast will kill the dove anyways. Shamelessly leaving it somewhere behind, bleeding on the ground. That’s the role of nature. Beast’s nature.