159. Colorful

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There was something about the festival of light that always managed to fill up his chest with a feeling of pure bliss. It could be the music, that made the air around him tremble. It could be the many colorful lights shimmering everywhere, made to dance and swirl by frivolous magic. It could be the dancing, the many bodies moving to the feverous beat around him. It could be the company, the faces around him lighting up with the same joy that had to be plastered on his own face.

Most likely, though, it was a combination of all of those things. 

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