As the first day of the Festival Market came to an end, the roads leading away from the capital became filled with happy travelers.
Ox carts rolled slowly through the countryside.
Villagers walked together carrying baskets.
Children skipped beside their parents.
For once—
No one complained about tired feet.
Because their hands were full.
And their hearts were even fuller.
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An elderly couple walked toward a small village carrying several bundles.
The old woman carefully unfolded a piece of blue fabric.
Even under moonlight, it looked beautiful.
"I never thought I would own something this fine."
Her husband smiled.
"You deserve it."
The old woman laughed.
"You bought shoes for yourself too."
The old man looked down at his new shoes proudly.
For years he had worn patched footwear.
Today—
He finally had a proper pair.
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Further down the road—
A young mother carried a sleeping child.
Behind her, her husband pushed a cart.
Inside the cart were blankets.
