Echoes of the Forgotten Battlefield

History is a field of echoes, where silence speaks louder than the drums of war.

At dawn, the ground remembers the weight of steel and the flutter of fallen

banners. The fog rises, revealing ghosts of ages past, marching in an

eternal, faceless procession. From ancient phalanxes to iron-clad knights, their steps beat

a rhythm lost to time. They move without identity, symbols of a

struggle that defines the rise and fall of nations. Borders are drawn with ink,

yet they bleed with the memories of those who held them. Maps shift like

smoke, empires appearing and vanishing in the stroke of a pen.