As dusk settled over Kabunlawan, the village's usual lively ambiance had given way to a serene hush.
The absence of the departed students was palpable, casting a subtle melancholy over the cobblestone streets.
In the heart of the town square, lanterns flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the assembled parents.
Mayor Isidro, a stout man with graying hair and a kind demeanor, stood atop the wooden platform. His voice, though aged, carried the weight of authority and compassion.
"Esteemed parents and villagers," he began, his eyes scanning the crowd, "we gather tonight to honor those who have generously sponsored our children, offering them a chance at a brighter future, even from our humble Kabunlawan, nestled at the farthest reaches of Daavara."
A murmur of appreciation rippled through the crowd.