The Evening of the Second Day
The sun had long since sank below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep purple and indigo before finally surrendering to the velvet darkness of night.
The air was crisp, with the scent of fresh greenery and the faint sweetness of flowers that bloomed only under the light of the moon.
Lanterns and glowing orbs had been strung throughout the trees of Verdant Spire, casting a warm and inviting glow over the entire village.
The preparations were going well, and Verdant Spire had been chosen as the venue where the celebration would be held.
It was a fitting choice: the ancient trees and sprawling canopy provided a natural grandeur that few man-made structure could replicate, and the open spaces between the massive trunks offered plenty of room for the gathering.
The children had worked tirelessly over the past two days, transforming the village into a festival ground that would have made even the most meticulous event planner proud.
