An excerpt from Ritual Observance “When the moons grow dark and howls cut ragged through the dry air we know the season is ending, and the Day of Rags is upon us. It is on this day where reflections merge and beings from beyond the mirrors edge come closest to ours, only beat back by the light of the living soul. It is to this end that we dress those whose souls shine the brightest, children and people of faith in primitive rags and give out of kindness to display the flaws in the reflection and prevent the merge.”
This is supposedly how the Day of Rags began; at least it is often cited as the first mention of the holiday, although recent findings seem to prove it to be apocryphal. It really is a strange idea, that villages would dress their children like scarecrows as if they could spook these unknowable horrors like swarming vermin. Even at the time of Ritual Observance’s writing, the “reflected map” which depicted the lands past the penumbra where our university sits as a mirror reflection was being phased out in favor of maps built on exploration rather than guesswork.
Regardless of its origin the Day of Rags is still a spectacular sight, from the systematic rows of Arcadia to the dirty sprawl of The Cage people join in with the festivities giving treats to strangers they’ll meet only on this day. Even here in the university with nary a child in sight the spirit is strong; from poetry readings to parties we observe the holiday, but without the tired ritual. In the end it really doesn’t matter what the Day of Rags origin is, or even what is was when we were younger, what matters is how we choose to celebrate and the fact that every celebration is it’s own.
Have a happy holidays from the Eckoro University Press to you
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