As the excitement buzzed in the hearts of Lin, Elara, Dax, and Leena, they forged ahead under the canopy of ancient trees. ‘What should we name this festival?’ Lin exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. ‘How about the Festival of Echoes?’ suggested Dax, looking at the shimmering stream. Elara nodded, her eyes lighting up, ‘It represents the stories passed down and the dreams yet to come.’ Leena did a somersault in the air, ‘Echoes of Dreams it is! Now, let’s get to work!’ With laughter soaring like the birds above, the friends discussed how each aspect of the festival would create a connection.