Tesrivian Calendar, Year 1326, January.
Day 7.
The last day of the Bright Festival, one clock hour away from the final departure of the stars.
Trolian Royal City is teeming with people, the light of the Holy Fire still strong, yet hinting at weakness.
The night sky remains splendid, stars shining, moonlight like water, with thin clouds and mist.
But in an hour, this scene will disappear.
What awaits them next are those long, dark days.
The crowd is silent, everyone greedily enjoying these final moments, urgently hoping they can last a little longer.
Occasional cries break out from the crowd, cries from unfortunate souls who are overcome with emotion.
These seven days passed too quickly, the year too arduous, living in constant fear is their norm, the fire illuminating the heavens just a fleeting moment.
