The story
Every night, when the moon sharpens like a sickle among the gnarled branches, the little fairy Liora lights the hanging lanterns. The giant mushrooms awaken, revealing secret doors and little bridges that join their caps like houses suspended in the air. Fireflies follow Liora, tracing in the shadows a map of halos that guides travelers toward the safe path. It is said that whoever hears the faint chiming of the lanterns learns the language of leaves and wing veins. At dawn, the forest holds its breath and every gleam falls silent: the outline of the dream remains, awaiting the colors of those who will know how to complete it.
