The sun over Paradise Garden burned bright and soft like golden silk, casting warmth over the celebration that filled the island from coast to cliff.
Colorful streamers waved in the wind, fluttering between tall buildings made of marble, carved wood, and glowing crystal. Banners flowed from every rooftop—deep reds, celestial blues, silver white. Lush flowerbeds exploded with color along the cobbled streets.
Laughter echoed from every corner.
Beastmen in embroidered robes danced alongside human children, while elves strummed harps beneath glowing trees. Orcs tossed barrels in friendly contests of strength. Food stalls filled the air with scents of grilled meat, sweet nectar cakes, and spicy cloudfruit tea.
For the first time in what felt like centuries, the whole island breathed as one.
Life had returned.
And inside the church it was same.
