Nothing. Just remaining cinders to spark again. Thus, something. I wouldn't want to waltz into temptation, just to glimpse the worldly rendition: of twinkling purple, streaking into red lava flames, igniting sky and land and life. Repetition of wonder, yet differented. However, even with a pale radioactive glow, still wonder
Even if man tries to destroy all life, it will start again, most likely in a new, unknown way.