At the end of December, the annual Winter Festival gala began.
Derived from the ancient traditions of the Third Era, the festival had deeply rooted itself in people's lives. In the past, it was a time when one could stop to rest for the year, families reunited, sitting under windows adorned with frozen branches and leaves, enjoying roasted warm food, and reflecting on the changes of the year.
Similar to the common folk, nearly every school would hold competitions on the eve of winter to assess the year's achievements and as a time to relax before the holidays, allowing students to participate together.
Burnt orange flames descended from the sky, spraying the ground, burning the weeds and dry branches within, then turning into charred soil.
Continuous dew fell from the sky, moistening this charred soil, followed by seeds sprinkling down, landing in the damp and dark earth.
