Year 135
The sky lit up in a radiant burst of red and yellow sparks which shot outwards then crackled gently to the floor in a shower of fire. The courtyard was filled with whoops of delight and murmurs of appreciation. Children squealed and yelled, allowed to run through the gardens freely. They charged after one another, waving wooden swords and ducking and dodging around the adults who strolled, carefree, across the vast palace gardens.
The sky was an inky black sheet, peppered with pricks of light and the occasional burst of fireworks illuminating the darkness. The courtyard and gardens of Nazaki Palace were lit with oil lanterns and dotted bonfires, billowing waves of smoke filling the air. Mixed in with the smoke was a tantalising aroma of roasting meat from food carts that sat amo
