After some time people realise the world's not divided in black and white, right or wrong; everything's grey, ashen, as the ashes and wreckage left by the war, as the morality of a mother who protects her son at all costs, as the eyes of someone you have always wanted to save.

After some time, people notice the world is not divided between black and white, right or wrong. Everything is ashen, are ashes. As the wreckage left by the war, as the morality of a mother who protects her son at all costs, as the eyes of someone who always wanted to save.