The girl was motionless. Knees buried within the pile of ashes, looking up towards the sky. Her supervisor’s face scrunched up in worry. She went to approach her, but was stopped when the girl gathered up the ashes in her hands. The girl delicately carried the ashes up to her face in a loving embrace, burying her check in a handful. “Oh how I wish to return'' she muttered. After taking a moment more to bask in the aged ashes, she arose from the pile, dust and grime of ages long past fell from her skirt, floating back down into the pile once more. “Do you know why I come here every day, supervisor?” The girl asked, tilting her head back towards the woman standing in the doorway. The woman shook her head. “It’s because these ashes tell the best story i’ve ever heard.” The girl’s supervisor raised her brow, “Oh? Is that why you come here everyday? I thought it was just for the view.” The supervisor wasn’t wrong, the view was incredible. From the center of the pile of ashes, one could see out into the flaming fields of Agur, and relish in the crimson landscape. You could see all the way from the ruby crusted trees in the North, to the scorching sands of the East. “I suppose” The girl responded, “but nothing is prettier than the story these ashes tell.”