A warm atardecer light casts a golden glow on the skeletal remains of Ciervos and Cuervos, their bony bodies arranged in a macabre dance amidst the Flores that have begun to wilt, against the backdrop of a desolate landscape with Moustros looming large in the background, its esqueletos-like wings spread wide as if guarding the fading light, shadows dancing across the terrain as the sun dips below the horizon.
