Line

They followed each other in a rhythmic line. The acolyte’s hoods were illuminated by the torches they weld with assured strength. The flames licked out from the piping-coal staves and revealed stern brows and wide noses. The procession continued under the ancient archways and vastly-branched trees. Their light steps made no sound whatsoever, and Mother Nature’s dusk went undisturbed. They lent their humming and native chanting to the natural environment. A wave of gentility, geniality, and modesty echoed from their throats and drifted huskily into the minds of the animals and plants nearby.