The last night of the flower festival is a bitter sweet one. The shops have little left to offer, and everything they have left is marked down in price. The food stands close early, already packing up their equipment to take home. The flower garden is close, a rope warding off people attempting to enter. The pokemon inside are beginning to scatter back to their original homes, but they are forever grateful of the new friends they have made in the garden.

As the day comes to a close, the night begins. A large patio, one almost the span of the festival appears. At the edges of the patio are large oak that cover the entire rim. It is as though they have been grown in a only a few short hours. Their branches are covered in hundreds of thousands of lights. Fairy lights that sway in the breeze, lanterns ranging from wine bottles to paper lights hanging from it’s branches. The far corners of the dance old small, round tables with large floral center pieces inviting guests to take a moment to rest.

Music can be heard from outside the fairy ring, soft yet undeniable. Along with it is laughter, and the twinkling of lights that offer refuge for one more last night of fun.

        Welcome to the Flower Festival’s Spring Dance.

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anonymous asked:

May I ask what's going on in your country at the moment? It seems bad and I'm getting worried. (You don't need to answer this if you don't want to.)

There are many things, if you search news about venezuela (or photos) you will see what’s happening, but a thing is happening recently are the violent protests in all the country, my mom had to return to home because it’s dangerous, I also almost lost my parents many times and I had luck of not being killed by two dudes in a motorcycle