Busy Night Of Fun

As the first lanterns drifted into the night sky, the scene became something out of a dream. 

Hundreds of flickering lights rose over the river, mirrored in the water below, dancing between the stars.

The herald's voice carried once more through the night air.

"Let your lanterns rise and may the gods hear your prayers!"

And so, with murmured wishes, hopeful gazes, and hearts both guarded and open, the guests released their lanterns, watching as they floated toward the heavens—some for love, some for fortune, and some for a future still unknown.

Salviana watched as the golden lanterns drifted into the night sky, their glow painting the river in soft amber hues. 

The moment should have been beautiful—should have been peaceful. 

Yet, an inexplicable weight settled in her chest, as if something in the air had shifted, unseen but undeniable.