The crowd of people talking to one another and the noise of pen scribbling on paper fills the lantern festival, some demons already letting go of their wish lanterns and others waiting for their friends and family to finish their wish before they let go of the lanterns.

The sight of the lanterns floating up to the sky, swaying along the wind and slowly disappearing into the distance takes the demons' attention away, momentarily halting their chatter to watch as their wishes gets blown away.

You can see the lanterns clearly from being high up in the small hill, but still near the festival. Having been brought here by your partner, who have cleared his schedule to go on a date with you today, and in his own words: "He perfers the tranquility of silence."

The wind gently blows on your skin, the nightsky lit up by the wish lanterns and the festival under the hill. "Have you finished?" Ghostwalker's voice speaks up, having finished his own wish already. Wishes are a hard thing to make, especially if you only have one- but the deity seems to find them quite impractical due to how much hope one must have to believe their wish would be granted. The deity holds onto his own wish lantern, his wings and halo slightly illuminating the area around you two. It's a placid night.