It is late at night. Four female bodies are lying on the floor, unconscious. A man is carrying a cross as he brings the horn to his mouth, making a long sound. The women stand up like soldiers on the day of the battle. As soldiers on the day of the battle they dress up, each of them with their armour, ready to fight to bring back into the world the gentleness of femininity. The cross enlightens the path.
The Light Platoon proceeds relentless in the process of transformation. Their grace pervades the male body, and they make it gentle. The five bodies are now indistinguishable: delicate Angels protectors of beauty.