Sparks like restless thoughts go flying,
The dance of fire leads to worlds unknown.
Each motion holds a glimpse of fading,
And flames keep whispering: “I’m here. I’m yours alone.”

" His movements were alive, filled with an inner rhythm—not for the audience, but for himself. And that was exactly what won the crowd over. Instead of leaving, Jahi stayed: moving to each new rhythm, energizing the crowd, igniting a spark in their hearts… "

"While some joined contests and laughed, he simply walked, observing, absorbing every sound and light of the noisy celebration.

When the dance contest was announced, the lion did not hesitate. He stepped onto the stage calmly, confidently, as if he had long known this would be his moment. "

" The festival was in full swing: lanterns floated in the air, music rang above the crowd, and the scent of street food mingled with the smoke of fireworks. Jahi appeared among the people in a simple, loose outfit, without ornaments, his wrists wrapped and a light smile on his face. "

Fun fact: we didn't plan to give them "paired" scars on their noses, it just happened by accident. As a result, a funny story was born: Elysia (purple haired one) defended a barrel of ale from Zelan (white hair), as a result of which they both got hit in the face with it 🤓🤙