The barbaric regime had banned the entire region.
It feared its own shadow.
It had painted the mountain in order to show
with its flag, which constitutes the sole element
of its existence, which never became life,
that it was here.
Meaninglessly, it had covered nature
in order to influence the serviles
and those who didn’t dare to challenge it.
But now things were different.
The target was locked.
And preparation had begun.
Site detection.
With their footsteps they stepped upon the restricted zone.
In order to see the details
which were invisible from afar.
Action field.
They crossed the ramifications.
They were closed.
And the path, a one way track.
But they continued upto the points they wanted to reach.
Then they changed course
for the frontal approach.
There, they took the forbidden pine cone.
So that they would return.