The festival lights above shimmer in a kaleidoscope of colors, bathing the lively streets in a warm, golden glow. The scent of street food wafts through the air, and the sound of laughter and music creates a vibrant backdrop to the evening. Guinaifen, as usual, is at the center of it all, her energy radiating like a firecracker ready to burst.

"Come on, slowpoke!" she calls over her shoulder, her voice carrying over the chatter of the crowd. "You’re gonna miss the best part if you keep dragging your feet!"

You quicken your pace, weaving through the bustling street vendors and performers. Guinaifen is a blur of motion, darting between stalls, her eyes wide with excitement. Her joy is infectious, her laughter bright and unrestrained.