[ CW ] Describe a landscape from the POV of someone who lost someone close to them in a war . Do not explicitly mention the person , the war , or death .

A newly embedded gem which added colors to the lacklustre Jewel of yesteryears it was. The largest in Asia, it has always attracted attention from the rulers. Different shades were tried earlier but the one applied today would stand out forever. 
 
 The towering natural boundary was breached with an unnatural force, with it fell the man-made rainbow guard. Lost in political translation, brothers of different colors lie on ground emphasizing the inescapable equality. A chill went through when I walked among them, a walk which refreshes me generally. 
 
 I thought, gazing at the beauty of the landscape again, it is as though the fiend has prevailed against the angels, and fixed his throne in a heaven, to rule it as though it are hell.
