A small butterfly with wings glowing with blue-purple fluorescence gets lost in the summer night and weaves an adventure in finding its home with its friends in the forest. When the last firefly lamp disappeared, the lonely Twinkle was comforted by the little squirrel wrapped in down. It rolled up the sycamore leaves with its tail and took Twinkle up the old oak tree where it could touch the stars; the epiphyllum she met by chance stretched its petals in the moonlight and pointed the way for her with its tenderness stained with night dew.
Intention: Getting lost is not the end, but the starting point of encountering the tenderness of the world