Twins Elva and Eliza had always believed the forest behind their cottage was enchanted. On this crisp autumn morning, with leaves tumbling like confetti and golden butterflies drifting through the air, that belief felt truer than ever. Elva reached out playfully, trying to catch a butterfly mid-flight, while Eliza watched from a mossy bench, a basket of apples and berries resting beside her. Their cat, Maple, sat nearby with eyes locked on one of the fluttering wings, tail flicking in quiet anticipation. It was their twelfth birthday, and they had promised each other a day with no chores—just time to wander, to wonder, and to dream beneath the turning trees.