Rain After the Festival
The festival lights still glow softly through the warm tropical rain.
Petals cling to the wet stone streets of Alola as lanterns sway gently above, their reflections shimmering across the ground like scattered stars.
Caught in the sudden rain, Mallow runs down the lantern-lit path, laughter escaping her lips as she lifts her dress and lets the warm rain fall freely around her.
Even as the festival fades into the night, the joy of the moment lingers—bright, carefree, and alive in the rhythm of the rain.