ACT IIII — UNDER THE SAME STARS
♫ ♬ “Under the Center Aisle Sky, with fireflies alight,
the people dance, and chant, and sing, with burdens free from sight.
Under the Center Aisle sky, we celebrate our lives,
The ale will flow, when people go and kiss their cares goodbye.” ♫ ♬
You’ve heard many stories — of dancing barefoot under the starry sky, dining like kings among folks from all walks of kingdom life, the opportunities to be seized under the dark guise of night. Under the Center Aisle sky, in the rare stretch of time where the fireflies are alight and the people are gathered near, everyone is the same.
Once every twenty five years, the Fireflight Festival occurs in the marketplace. Six weeks off from the worst of the smallpox epidemic, citizens from every walk of life come to celebrate under the guise of anonymity. Free from the rule of idle royals, and free from the social and financial burden that normally plagues. Everyone comes in plain garment, a one conglomerate of people ready to celebrate life as human beings, all under the same stars.