The bandruí waved the wand. Leather strips danced with her every step in the moonlight. Blackthorn seeds in a rabbit skull was the music of her soul. The village people gathered around the crackling fire, praying for another year of bountiful, no bloodshed or disease. Their foreheads were painted. Red, white, and black. The colors of their ancestors.
Horse hooves ground the dirt. The sun was high. Horns and drums broke the wind's whispers. The Legatus Legionis set his eyes on the golden aquila above his tent. After months in the mud, finally, they were here on this lush land.
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Prompt: Night and Day, similarities and differences.