15th October, 5031
The already beautiful city of magic, Arcanis, looked even more otherworldly than usual. Decorations of every kind adorned the city, giving it a festive glow, as if the entire place had been dressed for a grand wedding.
Though there was no wedding today, only a festival, the streets and buildings carried a sense of celebration that seemed almost alive.
Red cloths draped from the walls of the houses in elegant semicircles, complemented by handmade flower decorations woven from fabrics. Every piece of decoration seemed deliberately connected to the next, forming an unbroken cascade of color that gave the city a distinctive, harmonious charm.
The streets bustled with people, laughter mixing with the calls of stall owners. Stalls of all shapes and sizes lined the pathways, selling treats, trinkets, and curious artifacts. At the same time, lanterns and magical lights glimmered from every corner, bathing the city in a warm, gentle radiance.
