Mushroom Lantern Vigil

First light pools blue through the tall oaks, like a page from a turn-of-the-century storybook. A ring of amber mushrooms glows low to the ground, their warm undersides spilling soft light across moss and small roots. Pale deer stand in the mist with bodies held long and still, noses and ankles taut as if listening for a child's step. Above them, tiny pinpricks of light spell Where Vojta? and the question hangs like a lantern. The forest offers only gentle witnesses and slow hooves; no small figure answers, yet the little lights make a playful, ceremonial vigil. The search goes on beyond the trees; Vojta remains unfound, and the dawn scene holds a quiet promise to keep looking.