The airships are coming back home. Every year, hundreds of them pass by our town over the coming weeks, like a formation of whales swimming across the sky. On the first few days, children would come out of their homes to marvel at the colorful patterns decorating the envelopes of these airships. Despite the beautiful designs, anyone would grow tired of looking up at the sky for so long, so the airship-watching patters out as the days go by.

Our town has no ports for these ships, so if any of them land here, it's probably because of an emergency. Almost all of them are headed for the city, where most of these ships departed from in the first place.
reumu_bed.jpg