[ AYSEL ]
As I try to figure out how to replace my medication, time keeps moving, and the Ancestors’ Flame Festival draws closer with each passing day.
The entire Emberglade is buzzing with excitement. Everywhere I turn, I see people preparing, whispering, laughing, and planning.
Young women flood the dress shops and malls, holding up fabrics against their bodies, arguing over colors and styles, desperate to look perfect for that night.
Tailors work overtime. Jewelers shine their displays. Even the air feels different and is thick with anticipation and joy.
Pandora was right. This is not just any festival. It is THE festival. Even a blind person would sense the happiness spreading through the city like perfume.
But while everyone else prepares for celebration, I occupy myself with
