Hello Zoey sorry to disturb you the rest of the story is here.
As I looked closely at the crowd they were lined up in their thousands with expressionless, placid features. Colour completely drained from their faces. Completely consumed and truthfully full of remorse. The bitter reality of war haunted them. They are completely surrounded by harsh colours that they drawn in with each glance they take.
A blanket of sorrowfulness colours shades so dark they create a unnerving ora. Navy, Raven and the bright blood red that connects them with the deceased. They are unaware of the excruciating pain both physically and mentally that the soldiers went through.
( I just thought we make the colour as if they were speaking to them haunting them as if the red coat poured out blood and say the black coat was pierced in razor shaped bullets) I can't think of the word but for example those glasses smiled as me they can't but with give human like feature
Their eyes are wide but they are closed shut. They are small shy...... (Make them small and unsociable)
