The lake of the shore was serene. The sun was bright, Violet's cloudy nature subsided if only for a moment. The Mazheek valley as it came to be known was as secluded as ever, and it's occupants, all four of them, reveled in their isolation.
They stared at the green grass, blue lake, and vibrant life. Sipping beers they gratefully accepted the restored world, glad at the Mechera's inventiveness.
It really was a wonderful world.
