Lhe dark sky painted the celestial vault, the mist was thick, the sun was absent. Clad in iron armor, protected by a brazen shield, bearing a helm on our heads and a sword in our hands, we thought we were ready for battle. It was then that we rode, like Teutonic knights, through unknown lands, traversing lands and waters, braving winds and tides.
We undertook crusades, wars and expeditions in search of the holy grail. Yet, in this immense battlefield, have we simply triumphed over our passions?