The sun was about to set as the moon rose into the evening purple sky. Windy and her uncle held onto their lanterns as more people began to gather around them. There was some who came in cars, some from helicopter and many who came from the deep forest. All of the people varied aside from the fact that they were mostly Chinese. There were a few that weren't Chinese as Willow walked out to Windy with a frown, "There's a lot of people..."
"Ah," Windy nodded slightly cautious of those around them, "I can't tell if this is normal or not..."
"It is." Her little brother whispered, "That's what father said."
"It's gotten fewer over the years." Their uncle added with a frown in contrast, "Especially this year, it seems."
