Awaiting Twilight

Strings of crimson-accented lanterns hang suspended across the corridor between high-rises, like delicate ribbons tying the past to the present. The festival stage is set, resting in silent anticipation for the evening dance. In this canyon of stone and glass, the warmth of summer tradition feels remarkably intimate. It leaves a lingering curiosity—to see the lanterns blaze with soft light, to hear the drums resonate against the glass towers, and to witness the timeless dance beneath a city sky.