She fiddled absentmindedly with thin, flexible bamboo sticks, dyed paper in various colors, and translucent oil paper, crafting decorations for the Moon Goddess Festival.
Tomorrow, many citizens of the Empire would release moon lanterns at Saint Kray Temple, letting them drift toward the silvery moon under the night sky, praying for the blessings of the Moon Goddess to safeguard their health and peace in the coming year.
The sitting room was silent, with only the sound of the clock's ticking breaking the stillness.
After a while, light footsteps near the staircase caught Isatia's attention.
Hyperion stepped into the room slowly, her gaze falling on the young woman seated on the sofa.
Their eyes met. Though the two women appeared to be of similar age, with equally beautiful silver hair, Isatia had cropped hers shorter, giving her a playful air.
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