The hunters were sitting outside the jungle, keeping an eye out for the agile animals who had escaped fire. Exactly where the self-exiled artist, painted Christ in yellow, began beatification of sinners by crucifixion of the innocent. From that day on, Monarchs bathed in children's blood so they wouldn't have to sign their sins.
By burning 176 flying immigrants in the sky, the war between rulers was settled. Homelands were destroyed and still, men purified their adultery by stoning women to death. The audience who didn't watch the blue girl set herself on fire and the police who turned the virgin child back to her father’s slaughterhouse, to be forgiven his sins. The same fathers who buried their newborn daughters alive.
By geographical determinism, a hell was raised in the world which would send children to the oceans, to be saved from fire, so that maybe their lifeless bodies would bring the plea of peace to the calm shores.
Little girls who revolted and threw aside veils, flew on colorful balloons and paper boats, to immigrate to the depths of black waters in the search for mythical Atlantis.
"Nothing is alright here, We don’t know where we are. be it green water or white". This was the pilot's last words over the Bermuda.

Sahel