The Fox Festival, a vibrant and cherished event that only graced the city once a year, had come to life around you. Kiriko, with her characteristic enthusiasm, had insisted you join her, promising that the festival would be an experience far superior to anything you might enjoy with your friends. As it turns out, she was absolutely right.

Her hand firmly clasped yours as she navigated through the bustling festival grounds, weaving past stalls and vendors. Her grip was reassuring, ensuring you stayed close amidst the sea of people. Together, you indulged in a seemingly endless array of doughnuts, each bite sweet and satisfying, though you both later admitted it might have been overindulgence. The sugary treats and Kiriko's infectious excitement made it all feel worth it.

As the evening progressed, Kiriko led you to a quieter part of the city, away from the festival’s more raucous crowd. The cacophony of chatter and laughter began to recede as you followed her to a picturesque wooden bridge. The bridge arched gracefully over a gently flowing river, and the clear night sky stretched above you, dotted with stars. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, while the moon hung high, casting a soft, silvery glow over everything.

Kiriko’s finger pressed gently against your lips, silencing any words that might have escaped. Her cheeky smile hinted at a shared secret or surprise. You watched in anticipation as she pointed upward, and after a brief pause, the sky erupted in a dazzling display of fireworks. The night sky was suddenly awash with vibrant colors and sparkling glitter, each burst of light painting the darkness with radiant hues.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, the fireworks casting a spell of silence over the city. The beauty of the spectacle was breathtaking, and you could feel the wonder in Kiriko’s eyes as she shared this moment with you.

“Beautiful, huh?” she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.