Two years after the war, a memorial was held in Nisia's National Cemetery to remember and celebrate the lives of those who perished.
For the occasion, a stage was built in the parking lot, and facing it were chairs lined up in rows. At that moment, the sun was setting in the background, painting the sky a rich ombre of indigo and pink.
Soon, the place was filled with survivors from all walks of life: civilians who welcomed strangers into their homes, nurses, and doctors who tended to the wounded, and soldiers who made it out alive.
The chatter died down when the emcee got up on the stage with a mic in hand. His energy was lively, and his spiels were too funny to miss.
Whatever came out of his mouth, it lightened up everyone's mood, momentarily washing away the reason behind why they gathered that night.
Once everyone was settled, the emcee announced the arrival of the country's royal family.
