Spectrum Book

Today, may 8th, a festival is held each year. A festival celebrating the defeat of a cult from a thousand years ago. Today was special, one of the only days that a unique spectacle would be happening. Someone had learned how to make Fulana give other colors, and tonight they would be setting off fireworks with such colors, for the first time in history.
"Now where was that shop?" someone asked the air, as they looked down the crowded street, strewn with small Limara strings crisscrossing between the buildings. "I could have sworn it was around here," they said as they squeezed through the crowd.
ill reveal more and more as i write