Tesrivian Calendar, 1326, First Month
The first day of the Bright Festival.
Royal City.
The black mist was unseen, the world bright, with clear skies stretching endlessly.
The golden sun rose from afar, scattering beams of light across the sky.
The streets were crowded with cheering people, the bells of the Fire Church resounded throughout the city, and the golden Holy Fire rose from the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground like a radiant tree of fire, scattering countless sparks and bathing the entire Royal City in this resplendent dreamlike scene.
The remnants of the fire people embraced under the Holy Fire, celebrating with laughter and tears the remnants of this sacred flame.
And their King, at this moment, stood at the highest point of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, gazing into the distance.
No moment offered a better view than now, the oppressive black mist retreated to the far distance, and the world became so vast and clear, as if transformed into a new world.
