Orderly chaos.
An oxymoron and the best one to describe the affairs and new day to day life in the rebuilding city. Slowly but surely debris was cleared, buildings were inspected and declared structurally sound or torn down ready to be rebuilt anew.
Orderly chaos.
From the destruction came life. Spirits flitted in and around the new portal, vines wrapped intricately around the crack strewn roads and structures forcing new and inventive ways for earth bender workers and the engineers that oversaw them all to work around and with them.
There were those that weren't happy with the decision. Since their initial appearance the spirits and vines have always been a controversial topic. There were those who liked them and those who didn't, not everyone can be pleased.
And with all the focus on recreating infrastructure and providing basic amenities to civilians trickling back into their war torn home, none noticed what lay in between the cracks where no light could reach.
In the aftermath of any large scale battles and mass exodus, it can be expected that friends and families are split apart.
As people returned, surfaces around the city became littered with posters, each adorning a face or multiple of those they have lost.
Day by day, their numbers only grew.
And there was no stopping it.
