Eliot lives in a small wooden house on the edge of the forest, and walks through the morning dew every day to collect firewood in the forest. He always felt that this forest held secrets - the lines on the tree trunks that changed with the moonlight, the silver-blue light spots that occasionally flashed in the stream, and the pine-scented wind that only blew through the grass blades at dusk. One morning after a rain, he found a series of footprints under an old oak tree that did not belong to any known creature. The dew in the shallow hollow actually reflected stars he had never seen before. From then on, those fantasy shadows hidden in the ordinary scenery gradually became clear. Holding the copper key left by his grandfather, he stepped into the magical world gently wrapped in morning light and dusk, but he did not know that this journey had already been written on the veins of leaves a hundred years ago.
