If you follow the twisting vine deep enough into the woods, the trees give way to a different kind of magic. The moonlight hits the leaves just right, turning them to gilded gold, and the usual chatter of the forest goes completely quiet. If you are very still, you might stumble upon them. Just a little kit named Fox on his tiptoes, his mother, Flora, leaning down, and a quick, velvety smudge of a kiss. A glimpse into a quiet, hidden world where love is the currency and the woods dress up just to celebrate it.