Monday: 15th of July: Hu Tao (Ben Boulos)

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Ben B.: now, it's just about Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's Director's Birthday, let's see how things will goes, in 5, 6, 7, 8!

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The Dance of the Spirits

As the midsummer night enveloped Liyue Harbor, a playful breeze whispered through the streets, carrying with it the scent of glaze lilies and the sound of distant laughter. It was the 15th of July, the day Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, celebrated another year of life-and of trickery.

The people of Liyue knew that Hu Tao's birthday would be an event like no other. Known for her eccentricity and connection with the spirit world, Hu Tao had promised a celebration that would blur the line between the living and the departed.

As the clock struck midnight, the citizens gathered in the plaza, where lanterns hung like stars in the night sky. Hu Tao appeared, clad in her signature attire, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Welcome, friends, to a night of revelry and remembrance!" she announced, her voice carrying the excitement of a thousand fireflies. "Tonight, we dance with the spirits!"

With a wave of her hand, Hu Tao began the ritual, her steps graceful and full of life. The crowd joined in, their movements a tribute to those who had passed, a celebration of the memories they left behind.

But the highlight of the night was yet to come. As the dance reached its crescendo, Hu Tao unveiled her surprise-a performance by the renowned adepti, who had descended from their hidden abodes to partake in the festivities.

The adepti's dance was a sight to behold, their forms ethereal and their movements imbued with ancient magic. The boundary between worlds seemed to vanish, and for a moment, the plaza was filled with the laughter of spirits long gone.

As dawn approached, Hu Tao ended the celebration with a final, solemn act. She released a butterfly into the sky, a symbol of the soul's journey and the cycle of life and death.

The people of Liyue left with hearts full of wonder and eyes bright with tears of joy. Hu Tao's birthday was not just a day of mirth, but a poignant reminder of the beauty of existence, the joy of the present, and the honor of remembering those who had moved on.

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