언덕 경사면의 숲.

Location: An old beech forest on the slope of a hill.Time: Dusk, in the hour between dog and wolf.The air is thick and cool, smelling of smoke, damp earth, and sweet fermented sap. With the first stars, a celebration ignites in the forest. But the lanterns here are not glass, but alive.Each lantern is a huge fallen leaf (maple, oak, ash), within which a soft light pulses. Some burn with a gentle amber glow of fireflies caught in spider webs. Others flicker with a scarlet flame, as if a spark gifted by a kind wood spirit smolders within them. They do not hang from branches but hover in the air, swayed by the wind, casting dancing patterns on the ground.A path strewn with crunchy leaves winds between the trees, and these floating lights guide the way. It is said that if you catch such a leaf-lantern and whisper an autumn wish to it, then release it, the wind will carry it straight to the sleeping spirit of the forest until spring.