The atmosphere was a mercurial ordeal, the tone bleeding through to colour the mood, the very emotions of the largely somnambulant masses; going obliviously about their lives below.
I for one found myself at home in such climate; the dust from the most recent battle not yet having so much as settled. Blood vapour and smoke aswirl, stark wreckages still blazing. No victor was apparent here; the path away I march-ed.
I took up favoured contemplation, transitioning away as, my thoughts turned fondly toward hope, beyond the devastation; wrought so casually in life, on this the daily basis, by those whose failure to ascend, has rendered them complacent.