[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

☆ The sparks rose and grew, and as they did, rather than burning off red and gold, they flickered to white and cosmic-indigo. As they wafted upwards into the clear night sky, a trail of stardust appeared as if some strange galactic roadway was being vaguely formed. Higher and higher, onwards and upwards, until eventually the embers were no more. But where they seemingly met the blackness of the sky, a star burned brightly. And it always would.