The Morning After the Flowers
The lanterns have long faded into the night, and the music of the festival is now only a distant memory carried by the sea breeze.
Sitting quietly on the shore, Mallow watches as the first light of morning paints the ocean in soft gold. Petals from the night before drift across the sand, gentle reminders of laughter and dancing beneath lantern-lit skies.
For a moment, the world is still.
And as the sun rises over Alola, Mallow smiles softly—knowing that some of the most beautiful moments are the ones that quietly fade into dawn.