THE TANABATA FESTIVAL

[goldless]

[ It's a breezy summer day on Isle Bermuda. There are gulls crying, a few lazy clouds, and plenty of sunshine with a cooling wind.

Today also happens to be a special event! It's time for Tanabata, and seemingly out of nowhere, a thicket of bamboo has sprung up in the trees near the shoreline. Speaking of the beach, a festival seems to be underway; there are lanterns strung up, fresh food, and plenty of goat-people selling fresh food and games.

The festival goes long into the evening, so don't miss it!

The tradition of Tanabata, as you will notice, is to write a wish on a tag and hang it from a bamboo tree. So make a wish and hope for the best! ♥ And what's this? A mysterious, female voice is drifting along, carried by the wind; ]

The bamboo leaves rustle,
shaking away in the eaves.
The stars twinkle
on the gold and silver grains of sand.
The five-colour paper strips
I have already written.
The stars twinkle,
they watch us from heaven.

Comments

[fabricatedworld]

Some people have been here longer than me. I don't know how others left, though...

[pishirogane]

Seems bizarre for the Witch to bring us here and then send us away. Perhaps she figured their usefulness has come to an end or they cannot be used to achieve her own end.

[fabricatedworld]

Maybe there's another way to get out. I mean, maybe the witch doesn't send people away, but they find a way out...

[pishirogane]

Yes, that is a theory as well. It's one should be explored.