The Festival of Color

The Festival happens every year, same day, same time. The magic that lets the sky happen allows for this to happen every year as well. It starts with the Sky's color changing, shifting to aurora's on every planet. The colors shifted and changed, lighting up the land with a myriad of colors. Greens, reds, blues, violets, purples, yellows, oranges, pinks. All of these colors light up the skies and fill the world with even more colors than what it usually had. The Festival, known as the Festival of Color, is a beloved holiday. People dress up in their favorite colors, and run around, playing games and going to open air markets, and celebrating life. Flowers are brought in all states, cut, living, dried, and turned into many different things. People will set up stalls and sell paints, specifically body safe paint for people to play with and use. Little kids get to get into paint wars, and color wars. It was one full day of fun and games, one of the only national holidays to happen. But the best part is the dusk to midnight parts of the celebrations. They have fireworks displays, telescopes to gaze into the night skies, poetry recital, and the favorite of all, story telling. They tell stories, both real and fictional for most of the night. It is common for people to sit together on groups, around campfires, and tell stories to each other, before moving to around a center stage for specially chosen stories to be told. They will tell stories of the stars, of history, of life in different places. And through the stories images crafted from colors and lights would appear and provide images for the stories. No one knows why this happens, but it is the most beloved holiday.