People—
the world itself—
gatheredin one place.
A festivalwas opened.
Conflict.
Joy.
Sorrow.
And still,they came.
Believingthere was meaning.
Somenever arrived.
Even reaching out,they could not grasp it.
Carryingthose who could not be there,
people look forward.
Ahead—
while leaving behindthe footprints of effort,
they believe.
And so—
it begins.