Some turned into the most splendid stream of fire, fleeting across the crimson night sky.
Others sketched out forms bizarre and strange, drawing a never-ending chorus of laughter from everyone.
Yet others transformed into blessings, line by line, expressing everyone's hopes and longings for the future.
Finally, as all the fireworks slowly faded away, silver-white sparks took on the shape of Yaya and Matthew soaring through the night sky.
In that moment, countless people gasped, their eyes sparkling with hope and anticipation.
The beautiful fireworks, now gone from sight.
A fragrant powder softly descended.
It seeped into every nook and cranny of the Bay Territory, radiating a subtle luminescence, ridding the land of the corruption and mutations brought by the Crimson Moon.
So inconspicuous they were, perfectly merging with the Bay Territory, silently playing their part.
