[Spirit Mountain Sect]
The night descended over the spirit mountain sect, casting the city in an enchanting palette of twilight hues.
At first, the valley was dipped in a comfortable silence, a calmness that one could say was pregnant with anticipation. But the stillness was soon broken by the ascending trajectory of a solitary firework. The sizzling streak of light cut across the night, a lone herald that signaled the beginning of a spectacle that was to come.
Then, in an unorchestrated symphony of pyrotechnics, the quiet valley was filled with the ear-splitting sound and the awe-inspiring sight of thousands of fireworks going off in unison. Each firework was a tribute to the Spirit Mountain Sect, a bright and fiery testament to the joyous occasion that was being celebrated - the marriage of their leader's daughter, Nayara.
Outside, members of the sect watched with mixed reactions.
"This is a fitting celebration for Nayara."
"I'm just happy Nayara is happy."
