There are places—very rare, very peculiar places—where the rules of ordinary life are turned inside out and nobody minds one bit. This was such a place. The hills were dipped in colours no crayon could mimic, and the flowers seemed to chuckle quietly to themselves. Even the rocks looked as though they'd been caught mid-laughter. Giant mushrooms rose like cathedrals from the forest floor, each one lit from within by some secret fire. Underneath their glowing caps, filaments of light dripped down like chandeliers in a palace too grand for any king of our world. I wasn’t sure whether to sit and marvel or run and explore. But I knew this: something good was watching, and whatever enchantment lay over the land, it was not a trap—it was an invitation.