The first rays of sunlight slowly touched the terrace.

Soft golden light fell over everyone who was still wrapped in blankets. The fairy lights, now dim against the morning glow, still flickered faintly above. A light breeze moved across the terrace, rustling the edges of shawls and loose strands of hair. One by one, people began to stir awake — someone turned to the other side, someone stretched lazily, someone pulled their blanket closer.