In a quiet village where time moves slowly, a traditional celebration was in full swing. Tables overflowed with food, music echoed through the hills, and children ran wild while adults shared stories. Everything seemed ordinary—until he appeared.
Out of nowhere, a mysterious man with a cane stepped forward. Without saying a word, he took his place at the front of the line dance – the horo. The men glanced at him, puzzled, but made way.
With confidence, he led the horo like a true master. The cane spun, sliced the air, and danced with him. The crowd followed – not just with their feet, but with laughter and joy.
The sleepy square became a stage, and the man with the cane turned the simple village gathering into an unforgettable performance.
That day, the horo had a hero. And his legend, spun with every turn of that cane, will live on.
