"We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields In Flanders fields And now we lie In Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch, be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields In Flanders fields We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields In Flanders fields. " Following the moments after his unfortunate demise, Fumikage Tokoyami-- also known as Tsukuyomi, learns that what is there does not only exist from what we can see. But to those who are behind and invisible to us. *Excerpt from "In Flanders Fields" by John Mcrae*
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