The sun had already passed its zenith when Kyrian left the enormous hall of the Comprehension Competition, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone at the entrance.
The golden light of mid-afternoon bathed the Sky Caravan in a comforting warmth, casting long shadows that stretched across the streets like elongated fingers. The air was filled with vibrant energy, the essence of the Celestial Descent Festival pulsing through every corner, with every breath.
The streets of the Sky Caravan bustled beneath that golden light, a human anthill of epic proportions that seemed to move to its own rhythm, a dance that was both chaotic and harmonious at the same time.
The Celestial Descent Festival remained at its peak, more vibrant than ever, as though the city itself had come to life over the past few weeks.
Colorful stalls stretched in every direction, their silk and linen canopies fluttering in the wind like the banners of a jubilant army.
