There was once a time when the forest existed in perpetual autumn, resting and preparing, but never fully awakening. Until the golden bird arrived. Its presence transformed the land—where it flew, trees blossomed and flowers bloomed, as spring unfolded in the wake of its light. The bird’s presence filled the forest with life.
Yet, it cannot stay. As it leaves, the forest slips back into its autumn state, peaceful, reflective, and waiting. The bird’s cycle between spring and autumn weaves the very essence of time for the forest, as both seasons rely on its flight.