Festivus

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓭𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 （Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｆ Ｔｈｅ Ｅｖｅｎｔ ＇Ｆｕｒｒｙ Ｔａｋｅｏｖｅｒ ２０２５＇） 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴. “𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,” 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘬.” 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘶𝘴' 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. “𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, "𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴." Ｔｈｅ Ｓｔｏｒｙ：Do you see the hush of light in these feathers? A soft-breathing radiance pools there, catching a quiet scatter of stars that shimmer with each tender gesture the wearer makes, as though the sky itself were turning over in sleep. The feathers hold light the way folded clouds hold dawn. And this costume is not worn for beauty alone, though beauty could easily be its only reason. Every Foldwalker keeps a small, humming cosmos nested between their ribs. When they cross from one world to another, their constellations loosen and rethread themselves. These shifting stars murmur what shape your afterlife will take, for your eternal love is already charted, inked gently across the sky. Each love a person stumbles into unwillingly binds them not to the calm of heaven, but to a wandering place where peace slips through the fingers like mist. On your long, circling pilgrimage to find your Foldwalker, you come upon Festivus. From afar, the figure seems human: broad-shouldered, rooted. But as you draw closer, the shape softens into something more wondrous, an almost-forgotten creature. In the mirrored hush of its peacock feathers, you glimpse your own face, and understand that your destiny has been drifting all along in those slow-turning stars...