Fanatical beings of light, the entire body lit up like robot circuits, like the corrosive arteries of androids, bright-white pillbox stationed right out front. Eyeless plagues or intrinsic war in the limbs, sunlight and sun-shards break the branches, break the red dirt and hidden path shown only to thine elect.
Spring, black and white blossoms and carnivorous pitcher plants and sweet caramel drink, florid decay and the African Bullfrog with a stoic gaze above the mud. Buzz of flies, milk thistle and pine needles, the old stone monastery being rebuilt, brick by brick, blood for blood, stone for stone.