LUDO
It happens slowly this year, the lantern lights beginning to wink out one by one on the fringes of the branches, between stalls, in the hands of people still holding them. But it doesn't take long before attendees of the festival realise the time has come, and little by little silence falls upon the proceedings. Darkness creeps down the Mathair like a cloak being drawn about her boughs, and soon the festival is little more than shadow and breath and an anxious, expectant silence.One lantern remains burning brightly, adorned with animal shapes that appear to leap and bound and fly about their luminous container of their own accord.
The veil between the here and there parts like a curtain being drawn back, and
Sohalia has won the Festival of Lights and
