Beneath the great glowing mushroom, a young fairy sat with her rabbit companion, white as snow and bright-eyed with curiosity. Fireflies circled in slow, shimmering patterns, as if tracing runes only they could read. By the cottage door, a lantern flickered softly, but it was the mushroom’s glow that held the deeper magic—casting a quiet circle where whispers of the forest gathered, and secrets of the night felt close enough to touch.