Summertime 1939. Nothing stands between Germany and Poland, nothing but the heat. It is a flashpoint in history, the last summer of peace. War brings all things to a standstill. For a moment the darkness seems to overtake the light. The world stops in place. There is no movement, no life. It is written that at the end of days only the few will be chosen and there will be a mystical harvest. This is that story.