Spring Festival: a new beginning.

- A… where is Grandma? – Drakkoshka asked hesitantly.
- Actually, there is no grandmother, there is only me – the Sky.
- But how about… Grandma… and the pies…
- And there are no pies either, only aspiration, desire, and effort.
- And what about the ancient evil?! – exclaimed Neyra.
- And there is no ancient evil either, only the desire to do good, existentialism, and nothingness. Here, have some pies.
- Mm… delicious, what are they made of? – asked Arandor, chewing on the offered treat.
- They are made of pain, suffering, and despair, – explained the host.
- Who would have thought that someone’s pain, suffering, and despair could be so delicious? – remarked Morning.