The bells rang once more. The embers, devoid of fire, were awakened once more. "Spring has arrived, it's time to rekindle the fire again." Awakened by the bells, the ashes sat up, blinking as he gazed at the enormous golden tree. "Something seems a little off." The ashes, sitting cross-legged, wore a thoughtful expression. "But with such a bright and beautiful world, it must be a good world, right? We don't need to burn anything, do we?" The ashes hated tragic stories.