Two years ago, a battle was lost. The casualties were great, and friends were lost to the darkness of inertia. Some of the dolls here gather to mark the date, and to remember their lost friends, because that which is remembered, lives.
But, while we mourn the loss, we do not dwell on it.
Things are better, there are no more battles, and the world of the dolls and stuffies is peaceful and happy. New friends come, new stories are told and life goes on, even better than before.
We mark the anniversary of the Fall, and as we did then, walk away and think on it no more.
That is very much the way of pixies.