Far away, a gentle breeze travels across distant continents. The sky undergoes a wondrous metamorphosis, revealing a celestial painting dotted with countless stars. The moon, divided by a delicate line of light and darkness, amplifies its crescent glow, casting an enchanting luminescence upon the land below.

     In Emria, the streets glow with a brilliance akin to daylight, defying the cover of night. People gather outside, decorating the roads with lanterns, creating a breathtaking display of illuminated artistry. The night takes on the splendour of a sunny day as everyone synchronizes their torches, infusing the surroundings with a luminous glow.

     Men and women twirl in the heart of the streets, their hands clasped together. Laughter fills the air, an expression of unbridled joy bursting from their chests as they dance vigorously, swinging their hands and leaping to the rhythm. Resounding gongs, cymbals, and rapid drums clash, creating a blaring but festive joy. The music enthrals the people, compelling them to move in harmony with its swift and unpredictable melody. Boys and girls tap their feet on the ground, their steps echoing the pulsating beat.

     People laugh and revel, holding sparkling sticks in their hands. They dart around, playfully chasing and scattering amidst the bustling streets. The sharp sound of whistling fills the atmosphere as men raise their beer towards the sky, celebrating with a toast.

     A group of women gathers in a corner of the building, standing close together as they engage in lively conversation. Their laughter echoes through the air, and they cover their mouths in amusement. Undeterred by the bustling noise, they continue their animated whispers, sharing secrets and stories.

     In the centre of the streets, a spirited crowd gathers. Their movements are unburdened, hopping with infectious enthusiasm to the rhythm of the music. Laughter reverberates, filling the entire space with a contagious joy that uplifts the atmosphere. A dozen men form a jovial circle, raising their pints of beer skyward in a spirited toast. They exclaim boisterously, letting go of any worries that burden their minds, and swiftly savour the taste of their alcoholic beverages.

     Fireworks burst into the sky, illuminating the scene with dazzling brilliance. The explosions resonate, momentarily piercing everyone's ears. Yet, their reactions are filled with laughter and applause, cradling the spectacle. The heavenly atmosphere becomes a canvas of vibrant, glittering colours that paint an alluring display.

     Soon, the sun ascends from the horizon, blasting a golden glow that mirrors the ocean's vastness in the blue sky. The clouds transform into wisps of delicate white—so slender that they appear almost transparent. Meanwhile, birds chirp and sing, soaring through the air in flocks, as they watch the trees transform into vibrant yellow with the gentle touch of sunlight.

     A bustling square comes alive in Ojhori, enclosed by houses and market stalls. The anticipation among the people is palpable, causing whispers to fill the air as they engage in animated discussions. Smiles and giggles grace their faces as they exchange guesses and playful banter, eagerly awaiting the upcoming event.

     A towering structure shrouded in a verdant fabric stands motionless at the centre of the square, capturing the attention and curiosity of the residents. It remains still, providing a resting place for sparrows that perch atop it. Suddenly, a passing gust of wind causes the green fabric to sway, revealing a solid stone block underneath.

     Finally, the long-awaited chieftain, Lee, emerges from the bustling streets. He hastens toward the covered object, grinning as he gazes at his people. With a slight clearing of his throat, he signals the beginning of an awaited announcement.

"Good morning, everyone!" Lee greeted with warmth, standing before the crowd. "Today, it is my honour to present to you... the statue of a true hero! The man who pulled us from the depths of despair and guided us out of the ashes... Oliver Podeshire!"

     Lee grabs a gleaming golden rope with steady hands. With a firm pull, the emerald fabric unfurls, unveiling the mighty statue of Oliver. The likeness of Oliver stands proudly, capturing his essence in a pose that exudes charm and handsomeness. His gaze is directed towards the heavens with a subtle smirk playing upon his lips.

     The crowd bursts into thunderous applause as they clap. Whistles of admiration punctuate the air as they pay homage and shower praise upon the man who rescued them from the depths of disaster. Their gratitude surges forth, creating roars that resonate through the atmosphere.

     As the applause reverberates, Lee steals a glance over his shoulder, his eyes immediately drawn to the captivating figure of Oliver. Desire hastens through his heart, causing his lips to part. Slowly, a blush paints his cheeks, transforming them into a shade as vibrant as a ripe red apple.

"Hehe," Lee giggled, blushing uncontrollably.

     Upon Geveria, the streets have transformed into gleaming pathways, polished to perfection like a precious gemstone. The buildings stand tall and proud, tracing no cracks or damage. The serenity that once enveloped the land has returned, reclaiming its place.

     Life resumes its steady line on the streets of Geveria. People carry bundles of wheat and hay on their backs as they stroll around. Others patiently await in their bustling market stalls, customers forming orderly queues, eager to partake in the abundance of goods.

     Carriages pass by, laden with bountiful harvests of potatoes and carrots. Not a single trace of debris litters the streets. Even the roofs and foundations of the buildings remain untouched.

     What remains in Geveria is peace and tranquillity. The air no longer echoes with cries and wails. Pain and worries have dissipated, replaced by calmness and contentment. Geveria now stands as a witness to the perseverance of its people, who have embraced the healing power of unity and restored harmony to their cherished land.