The Myata house, a perfectly average two-story suburban dwelling in the meticulously landscaped Elffire City neighborhood, buzzed with the chaotic energy of a family reunion. Bloom Week's Sunday, a time for Elffirian families to celebrate the blossoming of the iridescent moonpetal trees, had arrived, and the Myata clan, numbering somewhere in the vicinity of a small army, was descending upon the house like a flock of brightly colored, slightly over-enthusiastic birds.
Aunt Hana, known for her aggressively cheerful personality and questionable casserole recipes, arrived first, followed by Uncle Kenji, a man whose smile lines suggested a lifetime of slightly embarrassing karaoke nights. Their greetings, a cacophony of joyous shouts and air kisses, echoed through the house. Downstairs, the dining room table, usually a modest affair, groaned under the weight of a mountain of food – enough to feed a small village, or perhaps, just the Myata family.
