For a moment, I saw my mother looking back at me.
As night fell, Elara helped me get ready for the festival. We left my black hair loose and flowing down my back, just as my mother liked to wear hers, apparently—before she started adhering to her tight updos, of course.
My makeup was minimal, just a touch of mascara and dark crimson lipstick. I felt very much like myself and my mother at the same time, and it was a comforting feeling.
Finally, we made our way to the village square, and the transformation was breathtaking. The silver lanterns had been lit, casting a gentle glow over everything. The bonfire blazed in the center, flames dancing toward the starry sky. Tables laden with food and drink lined the perimeter, and a small band of musicians played on the stage.
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