The golden afterglow had faded, sinking into the dim streets.
A single light ignited, followed by two, three... Eventually, countless lights twinkled, like stars shimmering on the surface of a river.
Warm sky lanterns gently rose, flitting towards the night sky like fireflies.
"This is the festival of Floral City Pariel."
Lanci and Talia walked up Montmartre Heights' slope-stairs, overlooking the entire city.
"It's beautiful."
Talia murmured, almost to herself, filled with awe as she gazed at the suddenly bustling Floral City Pariel.
The breathtaking view before them caused them to hold their breath—the twinkling lights illuminated the stone-built houses, and people clad in festive outfits beamed with joy.
Some citizens did not venture out but simply lit bamboo lanterns by their windowsills, releasing them to soar with the wind towards the starry sky.
"In a little while, when the night falls completely, the fireworks will begin."
Lanci informed Talia.