Imagine standing in the stillness of a mountain forest just after dusk—the air thick with the scent of pine. Save for the wind blowing through the leaves, it’s quiet and still, with plenty of hopeful anticipation in the air. Then, the darkness begins to flicker—first one tiny flash, then another, and suddenly the whole forest pulses with twinkling golden lights. Thousands of fireflies begin blinking in perfect rhythm—tiny lights dance across the forest, lighting up the night in waves of synchronized brilliance. Then, it all goes dark. Until the dance begins again.


