Under the velvet sky, the New Year arrived in snow—soft, silent, sacred—until the entire Republic Square transformed into a living fairy tale. Under festive sounds of the concert, snowflakes drifted like whispers from heaven, and in the beams of light circle around the Christmas Tree, they sparkled like magic dust, as if the night itself had been enchanted. And then, as thousands of eyes rose to the sky, 2026 drones ascended—brilliant, synchronized, unreal.

A thousand hearts held their breath as the city turned its face upward, waiting.

2026 drones rose in perfect harmony, painting the night with the symbols of statehood, Christmas, peace, and tomorrow—shifting shape as if the sky itself had learned to dream. Every movement was poetry written in light. And when the final figure blossomed above the crowd, fireworks thundered like victorious drums, spilling sparkling colors across the darkness. Time seemed to pause—only awe remained.

In that moment, the year was not simply welcomed. It was a winter miracle—a night where snow, light, and sky united… and the world felt new again.