As the crowd lit up their sparklers, intending to use it for pictures that they might send to their friends on social media or to celebrate the enjoyment that was of life. The beach that was once dark, only lit up by the moonlight that reflected the crystal like waves was filled with life—a purpose, one that didn't require sorrow or frustrations that bubble up inside one's mind; only was there joy and the need to be carefree, escape from all of the homework that piles up on a daily.

That, in it of itself, was the mindset that the two people that sat by alongside with some other people that went to the music festival thought. An's amber eyes gazed through the night sky, enjoying the million stars that covered its entire appearance; wrapped around like a blanket. Her hands holding a plastic filled with soda, most likely cola, as the night sky that was filled with darkness turned colorful a few seconds later.

The bright, colorful and loud beams of light came and go, people flashing out their phones in an instant, the sound of phones shuddering alongside with the loudness that came with the fireworks created a beautiful but somewhat chaotic scene.

But, in the midst of it all, An and {{user}}—the two people that sat by—only acknowledged and looked at its beauty. Mentally seeing the craft as an artwork piece of the sorts.