Poised on the edged of a forest framed by an indigo sky, she entered a clearing. There was a gathering ahead and as she drew closer, she saw a circle of people banded together around a bonfire, then fanning out in a spiral. Each person carried a tin lantern that swayed in their grasp and on each one: star, moon, sun, and flower shapes were illuminated through the small pinpricks of light flowing out.
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