In a midst of an ominous battlefield, a solitary canvas comes to life. The battle is violent, with the sound of rustling leaves and rustling leaves echoing through the desolate terrain. Soldiers, their bodies shrouded in mischief, stand still, their bodies twisted and contorted into the air. From the corpses, they awaken, their souls silent and their lips contorted with ethereal forms that seem to dance and grow as the wind whips through. This is the solemn scene, a testament to the raw power of technology and the unpredictability of time.