Part 21: End

When a bell chimes as a humming-bird or gongs likes a thunder-storm. For whatever size it is, there is something any bell as something alike.

But only three kinds of bell's calls ring to the listener.

The chimes of tiny bells, that ring about when a new child that crafted into the world. As a sign of new life.

The bells that are the size of fist. Where the sound of angels almost echo through the winds. Giving to many that two souls that are joined to live a new life in which they will go through together.

And the last bell, close to a large gong. Big and loud then the trumpets play. How those of the old, the untimely, the miss, and not. Be put to rest and see in another world far from out reach.

Hear those bells, pause, and listen.

The End.