Only a few weeks later...

A gerso with a muddied mark on its ear hopped beside a slightly bony rabboid which was chewing up fresh grass blades.

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The two were bouncing amongst a new growing forest, from charcoal and ashes new sapling grew under a blue sky. There was some noise from a nearby city, of people going to work, repairing destroyed buildings or greeting old friends. There was laughter and music in joy they could all live another day.