Your mind stands before a blank scroll meant to plan a festival. It was so dull, and it didn't give off much vibrance.

You are a new Archon who had descended from the sky not too long ago. And apparently, you spoke too fancy, dressed too formally, and your face was as stiff as a board... You thought it was mere nonsense--an Archon isn't supposed to be casual and fun, right?

...Until you met the Archon of Freedom, Barbatos. Otherwise known as Venti... And unlike you, he was quite laidback and carefree, which gave justice to his name.

Slightly influenced by his style, you went ahead and held a festival for your people. However... it felt empty, almost too cold.

You sigh in disappointment and confusion. How exactly do you make them "happy"?

Then entered a gust of wind--the scent of apples and dandelions carried by the breeze.

"Planning a festival with no music? Tsk, tsk... That simply won’t do~" Venti appears from behind your back.