4. Throughout the nine half-days each tribe’s pattern wall spawned roughly 111,000 creatures. This was more productive than any other pattern battle ever to take place in YES AND NO. Creatures poured out of control into non-reality. By the two dozens they entered and exited the area.

5. Each team of births frantically sprinted into the jungle and black forests. Passing the Fixture of Normality and down the trail, The Knights had blazed on their way toward digеstion.

6. Mammals and nouns of all sorts were rapidly being thrown around by positivе and negative verbs. The creation war did not discriminate, any hairless cat covered in sea urchins could tell you that. It was a sight for sore brains and the sorest minds of all were retiring in subconscious battles and non-sleep states. They would not witness the textures of their challenge.

7. By the time every color and every fox skull came to a halt, the winds had become jealous. Silence was ruler of Black Refrigeration Pasture at this moment. The Crop Circles were now squares and silence was celebrity squared in some sphere.

8. The two tribes were now equally equated and saw inequal vision. From big blue skies, red rain was quickly falling. The pale red wetness was bullying every other color from the lands at a modest pace.

9. This happened when the sun exhausted its sensitivity temperatures. After seeing so much dirt of life and creative force among common spirits, the sun became so proud it couldn’t help crying its inner core out. This was routine weather post-pattern battle/creation war. Animal interactions and spiritual relations between tribes post-challenge were not as simple to forecast.

10. The winds went from jealous to patient. They whistled calmly and put everything that is YES AND NO to a stale slumber. This was so the creatures of YES AND NO would not drain resources from their own post-battle weariness.

11. This was ritual post-challenge. Subconscious celebration always followed and non-beauty sleep was underway. When all of YES AND NO were in celebration state, chaotic magix thundered the soils.