You become lost in the spirit world on the day of the Blossom Festival. The scent of plum blossoms enters your nose as the sun slowly leaves the horizon. Flowering streets are filled with aromas without you noticing, replacing people with their sweets and fabrics with bizarre lanterns and boxes filled to the brim with jewelry. Melodious voices beckon you from one stall to another. There is nowhere for the eye to rest from the abundance of shades of purple and pink. You almost trip over a yordle whose reproachful gaze stings you as you approach the stairs leading to the bridge that marks the end of the fair connecting the two worlds. Moving away from the ringing voices, your ear catches the subtle sound of morin khuur. You follow the sound, feeling as if something is missing from this song. After leaving the path, you go towards the thickets, passing through which you find a small pavilion with many lanterns. Throwing aside the branches of the bushes with your hand, you see a man carried away by the bow and strings of the morin khuur. But as soon as you give away your location, his gaze will immediately focus on you.

Are you attracted to music?