Nestled deep within the Whispering Woods, Lupine Hollow is a village untouched by time, where villagers communicate with the spirits of trees. The villagers honor the spirits by carving intricate symbols into the bark of ancient trees and performing nightly rituals under the moonlight. Storytellers recount tales of the forest's guardians, passing down legends preserved for generations. Each year during the festival, a sacred dance is performed to celebrate the bond between the villagers and the woodland spirits. This ensures harmony and prosperity for the year ahead. Like most villages the group visited, the Wolfman village felt like another world. The log gate connecting to the tall wooden wall enclosing the town is in Takumi's view as he leans on his cart's edge. Takumi felt awe and curiosity as he observed the village, its mystical aura captivating his senses. Lupine Hollow's serenity contrasted sharply with the bustling towns he had passed through. This filled him with peaceful yet profound respect for traditions. As he sat in complete silence, he couldn't help but feel a deep connection to the ancient spirits that whispered through the rustling leaves. Many tents and caravans were set up outside the walls of this festival since it was a big event for its people.  The air buzzed with excitement as children ran around, their laughter mixing with the sound of folk music played by a group of musicians. Brightly colored banners and lanterns adorned the tents, casting a warm glow over the bustling market stalls filled with handcrafted goods and delicious food. The scent of roasted meats and sweet pastries wafted through the air, inviting everyone to indulge in the festivities. A festival honoring the ancient spirit of the forest is held every year by the villagers called the Blooming Moon. Originally started by celestial walkers Clover and Minxy, this tradition brought together the spirits of the woods and the people. Their arrival marked a turning point for Lupine Hollow, as they taught the villagers how to live in harmony with the forest spirits. Clover and Minxy introduced the sacred dance and rituals now central to the Blooming Moon festival. Their wisdom and guidance transformed the village, fostering a deep connection between the people and the mystical forces of the Whispering Woods. This other celestial seems to protect the same forest Clover did. Looking up at the tallest tree looking over the whole village.

The towering tree, known as the Heartwood Elder, is the most sacred in Lupine Hollow. Its ancient roots run deep, symbolizing the enduring connection between villagers and forest spirits. During the Blooming Moon festival, the Heartwood Elder serves as the centerpiece of the sacred dance. Its branches are adorned with luminescent flowers that glow under sunlight. In the weeks leading up to the festival, the entire community comes together to meticulously gather the rare luminescent flowers from the forest. Families and friends work side-by-side, weaving intricate garlands and decorations to adorn the Heartwood Elder. Anticipation builds as homes are cleaned, food is prepared, and traditional costumes are sewn, ensuring everything is for the celebration. These luminescent flowers hold profound significance for the villagers, symbolizing hope, renewal, and life's cyclical nature. Their ethereal glow is believed to be a gift from forest spirits, a reminder of the magical bond between the people and the Whispering Woods. As the festival unfolds, the flowers' radiance illuminates the night, creating an enchanting atmosphere that brings the entire community together in harmony. He felt like he was walking in another person’s shoes, which brought a sense of nostalgia to him. As he thought, he heard music from a group of campers.

As the cart clattered along the cobblestone path, vibrant hues of silver and blue danced against the backdrop of the crowded campground. He leaned over the edge, curiosity igniting within him, when suddenly, a haunting violin melody floated through the air, wrapping around him like an embrace. His heart quickened, compelled by the captivating sound. He turned to see the source – a woman draped in silks that shimmered like moonlight, twirling in perfect harmony with the universe's rhythm. With coins adorning her hips, she moved through the throng of festival-goers with a grace that defied all earthly bounds. Each jingle echoed like sweet laughter, pulling him deeper into her enchanting world. Her feet barely touched the forest floor as she glided seamlessly, the very essence of fluidity. For a moment, time held its breath as if nature itself paused to admire her. As she danced, the melody of her violin danced alongside the breeze, creating a whimsical duet that twisted and twirled among the trees. The notes were vibrant yet ethereal, challenging the wind's pitch, as though her strings hummed with arcane magic. He felt the music reverberate through him, resonating with something deep within – an ancient longing awakened by the ethereal beauty of the dancer. Faces turned to her, captivated by her spell. The crowd formed a circle, eyes wide, hearts caught in the gentle snare of admiration. Children clapped and swirled with delight, their laughter mingling with the soft jingles of her coins, while the elders nodded knowingly, reveling in the song that honored the spirit of the Blooming Moon festival. Her voice, at once commanding and tender, occasionally pierced through the notes, weaving a melody in a tongue he could not decipher, yet somehow understood. It felt both familiar and foreign, evoking the echoes of his forgotten dreams. With each note she played, the world around him dimmed, transforming the bustling festival into an enchanted realm where just she and he existed. Her hair flowed around her like a cascade of amethysts, adorned with delicate silver threads that caught the sunlight, twinkling like the stars she danced among. The deep blue of her gown rippled with every movement, intricately embroidered with patterns that sparkled like distant galaxies, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Her bare feet, marked with elegant henna designs, whispered secrets to the earth as she glided.

His breath caught in his throat as he found himself wrapped in her enigmatic allure. It felt as if she was not merely performing; she was casting a spell, drawing the crowd into her world while becoming part of it. Each twirl and note pulled him closer, igniting a yearning deep within—a desire to understand the enigma that was her, to unravel the secrets hidden in her mesmerizing gaze. As the song crescendoed, he caught a glimpse into her soul. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, he was lost. Her eyes were two different colors. One was a serene white, gentle and pure like untouched snow; the other a vibrant violet, rich and passionate like blooms under the twilight sky. The duality in her gaze symbolized an unearthly balance, a dance between light and shadow that resonated with the complexities of existence. For a heartbeat, time stood still as she looked at him—wild and untamed, then beautifully softened, drawing him into her world. They shared a connection that transcended the mere act of watching and began to weave their stories together.

Yet, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The cart they had been riding into the city gates, filled with laughter and merriment, continued past the magical performance. The moment hung in the air like the mist that lingers after dawn. His line of sight faltered, breaking the invisible thread that bound them, and he felt an ache in his chest, an abrupt severing of magic that left him breathless and longing. He blinked into the encroaching distance, desperately grasping at the remnants of their fleeting connection as a wave of disappointment washed over him. The melody faded, but the fragments of her performance still lingered in his heart, whispering of hidden mysteries and ancient truths waiting to be unraveled. In that moment, he knew he would return, searching among the throngs of celebration to find her again. For she was not just an enchanting dancer; she was a piece of a greater puzzle, an apparition of dreams that would call him back to the ethereal music of the Blooming Moon. His head shook as he looked at Ashton who had the same thing happen to him. Coming out of the day, he looked at Takumi. "This is going to be the most fun party ever. I just know it!” Takumi's eyes widened in agreement, a mixture of awe and excitement lighting up his face. "Did you feel that too?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile enchantment they had experienced. Ashton nodded. His expression was one of wonder, as if he too had been touched by the dancer's ethereal presence. The two young men looked at the front of the cart where everyone was.