They say your life ends at the moment you hear the rush of hooves within the night. The sound of cascading heels, noises of horses and their heavy breathing- the wind stilling- the world stopping- and the silence that comes after. When the movement stops, so does your sphere ofliving. And then, in a rush of tangible life- it comes crashing down. Chaos always is inevitable after peace. It's never realized, but the two go hand in...