I don't think any of us truly understand what's going on with this place. [She brings her forefinger to her lower lip, tapping it a bit as she continues to look at the wishes hanging on the bamboo.] I have friends here who have been here for...well, it's difficult to say, but they've been here for much longer than I and even they don't quite understand why we've been brought here.

[It's not the first time she's been brought into a group due to random circumstances, however. After all, even if it were fate for the Blue Lion to have found the five successors to pilot Voltron, they had been all brought together by pure chance.

Here, it feels the same. But much larger, and with a more direct force.]

I wonder if whoever put together this festival had a similar idea.