The night clouds hung low, and the stars adorned the deep sky.
Beneath this tranquility and vastness, a blazing bonfire was lit in the center of the square, like a holy beacon from an ancient ritual, painting the night with a warm and mysterious crimson.
The flames leapt, as if nature's most passionate dancers, gracefully performing on the stage of the night, gently embracing everything around in its embrace.
Under the illumination of the fire, every face in the square appeared vivid and distinct, carrying rare joy and anticipation. The onlookers whispered excitedly, occasionally bursting into happy laughter, adding a touch of delight to the night.
The air was filled with the scent of burning wood, interwoven with the occasional aroma of food wafting from afar, composing a warm and lively tableau.
