HF Dev 3: Festival of Remembrance

[15:10] The Chancellor of the Illuminated gives a passing glance to all within the confines of Final Frontier as a grin dawns on her features, and a glimpse towards the setting sun is made. A radiation of hope sets upon the world of Eternia in Meranthe, gradually falling down the horizon as the cool breezes of the Silent Expanse flourish within, grazing all of those present.

Her fiery ambiance persists, encompassing every individual that was within her vicinity. The sensation gifted coupled with a sacred prowess, amalgamating in the pyres of aspiration and love; a gold tinged flicker of ether unifying with the base element of her natural affinity.

"Welcome to all of you, my friends and family. Tonight, we celebrate the Festival of Rememberance to honor those we've lost and to celebrate their lives. To honor the brave warriors or passive peoples who sacrificed their lives in the battles against the Fel throughout time.

Let us remember their courage, their determination, and their unwavering commitment to the cause of finding peace and justice in Meranthe.

Let us always strive to uphold the values they fought for, while forging the uniqueness of our own paths in this life.

Let their beautiful memories be a symbol of reconciliation for peace and forgiveness within ourselves - to inspire us to stand strong in the face of adversaries.

Let their love, guidance, and memories live on, through you - all of us.

Please, let's all bow our heads together and reminisce on the special memories we've accumulated of the fallen, and keep it alive. A reminder, that without this grief we hold, happiness would have no value."

And within those scarce seconds, Hina closes her eyes, concentrating on opening herself up to the divines of Eternia and allowing the pulse of the Lifestream to aid her in the guidance of this prayer - silent, or verbal between all persons present.

Everyone surrounding her couldfeel it – the regenerative properties of Nyssa and Alacritas’ creation touching the base of their temples to ingrain an impression of passion, love, confidence, and protection. The illumination of Jiuweihu framing the Kitsune radiates intensely as her connection to the Sun brandishes.

"Jiuweihu, and the divines of the ten Pantheon of Meranthe,
Please hear our prayers to all of you in these moments together,
Hear their sorrows, their love from inspired peoples that fought against the harmful aspects of our world,
and look down on all of us, living and departed.

On those beautiful evening, I ask that all of you hold forever
every precious memory of any who've suffered at the hands of the Fel.

Please, bless those who waited anxiously at home,
and those who returned wounded, those who mourned,
and the settlements that were diminished and suffered losses.

Remember those who gifted us kindness and compassion, who understood our troubles,
those that respected our ambitions to continue onward despite the pains of war.
Tonight, all of us honor the fallen and celebrate together so that we may never forget the impacts they made on us.

Please, hear our prayers, and gift everyone here tonight with your love, your radiant hope, your guidance under the light, and continue making clear our paths towards a successful future."
(Hina Lam)

((A lot of people RP'd after this, but I will not include those logs because they are irrelevant))

[15:43] As they bow their heads, so, too, does the Chancellor of the Illuminated after the verbal prayer is gifted to all of those surrounding her.

The sensations permeating do not waver, lingering; particularly the ambiance of her own intangible pyres. The tendrils of her incorporeal essence extends throughout the atmosphere towards the interior of every lantern to grasp on the internal wicks, 'dampened' by the mana.

"Your thoughts and prayers are all heard by the divines - even those that may not be faithfuls. They are still heard. They are still special.

In our prayers filled with heavy hearts of those we've loved who are lost,
let's give resolution to a new year - a new beginning.

Put behind the sins of yesterday and welcome happiness of today.
Let the warmth shine down upon all of you tonight and persist beyond this evening.

Never forget the bravery of our friends and families, and cherish them forever,
to keep their memory alive.

You are all loved. You are all unique. You are all special.
Don't ever forget that. No one could replace you, or them."

And, finally, with a gentle wave of the hand, every lantern held by all persons has their wicks ignited, preparing for their departure.

"Let the light of those we'll remember burn bright in all of us."

Gradually, the Chancellor's own arms raise up, gifting her lantern to the skies to float away into the night's atmosphere.

((You may all release your lanterns))
(Hina Lam)
[16:05] The friends of the fallen, including the name of who she had learned about that passed on in Eternia today.

Her mother and father. Palade Avincus. Edward Aubreen. Acero de Flores.

Many more added that she'd briefly met, to remember for the rest of her life. Minor or significant impacts on her ambitions, or being radiations of hope in the world - the fallen would never be forgotten.

She bites at her lip in attempts to hold back tears, especially at the earlier news, but to no fruitful avail can she do so.

"We let them free now - the lanterns that symbolize mourning,
to serve as a guide for the spirits of our friends and family who've departed.

May they return home to the stars.

And the sinka flowers attached -
A friend once said they represented a form of tragedy and hardship,
but a symbol of rebirth and resilience. To move forward despite all that's happened to us.

May the cycle of renewal find their souls to come back to us, one day,
and meet in another life to prosper together."

Silence, then, listening to the woeful song that of Delilah.
(Hina Lam)