Walking down the streets, I couldn't help but enjoy the fresh air that carried the cold winds. The sun was shining brightly, but the lingering cold reminded me that winter was on its way. My breath puffed out in little clouds as I murmured to myself,
"Today is the day."
The anticipation in the air was clearly visible. From a distance, I could already see the enormous banner hanging at the college entrance: "Housen Cultural Festival 2024" written in bold, colorful letters.
"That's big," I muttered under my breath, my pace calm and casual. Around me, other students were just as awestruck.
Music played faintly in the background, a rhythmic beat that echoed through the streets and added life to the festive atmosphere. Groups of students pointed at various decorations—vivid fountains dyed in different colors, an intricate archway of balloons, and statues with lots of fairy lights.
