Her eyes softly fluttered open.
There was cold grass underneath, and up ahead, Aesther saw the gentle winds thread through the willow leaves as they mused in the night.
A great many colourful cards and ribbons were tied to the willow branches, each one of them hiding the wishes of their writers.
"The Star Festival…" Aesther murmured in realization.
She got up from the ground, her gaze carefully taking in every detail about herself and her surroundings. Aesther was still wearing the same clothes.
The air was refreshing.
A gentle scent of countless delicacies whispered with the winds. And where the small hill of the willow ended, lay a town gilded with lights and zeal. It brimmed with liveliness.
There were ornated lanterns and ornate streets, people dressed in festive clothes, and the alleys brimmed with liveliness. A parade dressed in elaborate costumes marched throughout the streets.