What you're looking at is only a vessel of memories, a dead man following his duty, a witness to the emptiness and the void that comes after war.
Chinese: Zheng-Wu Wenjie
Multilingual: Lukas Stoiber
An Awakened's work. Exhibited in the early 20th century for 2 years. Completed in the summer on June 27. Originally exhibited in a no man's land in the Northeastern part of France, the exhibit later traveled to many places affected by war.
- What you're looking at is only a vessel of memories, a dead man following his duty, a witness to the emptiness and the void that comes after war.
(First Encounter Voiceline)
- Many soldiers came to the front without any fear of the rain; young men that imagined themselves bulletproof would despair as they were swallowed up in the mud of a collapsed trench.
(Suitcase Climate Voiceline)
- The future belongs to the living, yet I remain. So long as there are still souls that must find peace and dead to be buried ... I remain.
(To the Future Voiceline)
- „Ich lag einen ganzen Tag lang regungslos im Gebüsch; nicht einmal, als der leblose Körper des Unteroffiziers auf mich fiel, wagte ich mich zu rühren. Ich wartete und wartete, atmete so leise ich nur konnte, bis ihr Angriff endlich zum Stillstand kam.“
(Idle Voiceline)
- Guten Tag … No, those aren't the right words, are they?
(Greetings Voiceline)
- The morning arrives, and the grass peeks out from the earth, growing over the countless soldiers that lie beneath it ... Their lives have ended, yet life returns.
(Morning Voiceline)
- Die Sonne geht wieder auf. Die Lebenden halten es für selbstverständlich, dass sie den nächsten Tag erleben werden … Schätze jedes Morgengrauen; warte nicht, bis du dem Tode nahe bist, um seine Schönheit zu erkennen.
(Bond: Morning Voiceline)
- The evening is quiet; it is strange to be in a place so peaceful. On the front, voices carried over no-man's land; soldiers on each side could often hear one another speaking—even laughing. There was never a moment of peace, death was always too near.
(Night Voiceline)
- Nachdem die Bomben gefallen waren, blieb nur die Stille der Nacht. Kein Geschrei, kein Stöhnen, nur das Schweigen und die Leere des Todes. Das ist das Ende aller Dinge.
(Bond: Night Voiceline)
- What lies beneath the cowl is nothing. Only an ordinary skull and the dreadful face of death. You would not wish to see either.
(Hat and Hair Voiceline)
- These hands are cold and stiff. They aren't meant to hold warmth or hope; their only mission is to bring the peace of the grave.
(Sleeves and Hands Voiceline)
- Poppies, red and bright, grow in great numbers on the graves of the restless fallen, new blooms of life growing over tragedy.
(Clothing and Torso Voiceline)
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