Moonlight and you 

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The evening winds shuttle through the summer festivals. People on the street put on yukatas and wooden sandals, sometimes standing in front of the vendors, and sometimes laughing with friends. This scene looks lively because of the light of lanterns shining on them.

 

The mask shop with various special styles, the stone bridge above a small river, the merchants with pedestrians in front of the stand... The delightful atmosphere that can only appear during the festival echoes it fills all the gaps.

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Closer inspection would reveal a slightly dimmed path that is perfectly hidden between the stalls and the tree shades, not to mention that travelers who happen to be here and even some residents who seldom notice this place may not even know that this trail exists, and where it leads is like a different world — The silent sound contrasted with the boisterous sound of people, the blurred moonlight contrasted with the bright flames of lights, no one in sight as contrasted with the shoulder to shoulder.

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However, the first time he visited this place, he discovered this secret place and standing at the boundary of it, looking at the prosperity below.

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Sometimes it is a unique experience to stand as an "observer" and enjoy the festival from the side, and it happens that the location overlooks the entire festival, even the temple and the still-blooming cherry trees on the side.

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The sound of vendors yelling, the sound of children playing, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the sound of flowing water in the river.... Closing the eyes with these sounds seems to be everything within the reach of his own hands, and the slightest imagination of the festival finally has the most consistent image.

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After a long time the purple-haired young man turned to the side of the ancient tree. The festival and the moonlight merged into a unique and warm atmosphere. He stood under the moonlight with yukata on, looking like a masterpiece, breathtaking.

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Uki Violeta's eyes that seemed to contain starlight became brighter when he smiled. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the scattered cherry blossom petals fallen into the ground, embellishing Uki’s unique purple, and the time that seemingly had stopped at some point.

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The blown petals rested on his slightly splayed palm, as if the land welcomed him with a warm greeting.

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He held the powder in his hand and swept over the landscape again, finally stopping his eyes on the luminous moon: "Thank you for your hospitality, and I am very glad to have met you here.

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