The sun, a white disc on the horizon, cast elongated shadows from the Heartwood Mountains across the Moon Blossom Village. Thirty minutes remained until its descent. The air, thin and cool, carried the faint, sweet perfume of blooming flowers from the surrounding forests. In the village's central square, villagers ran to set up the final night of the Spring Festival. Food stalls, game stalls, and others were doing the last few touchups to receive the villagers, tourists, and others to celebrate the last night of the season of blossoms.
