
Nature speaks in distinct voices to those who listen closely.
Animals and plants inhabit separate sensory worlds tailored to their needs. Kuno the starling views the spring sunrise as a personal arrival, while Onna the wagtail dismisses his arrogance from the damp stream bank. Beneath the moss, a blind mole finds solace in quiet underground security, mocking birds that construct frail, exposed nests. When a luminescent, wing-bearing elf suddenly appears before them on the forest meadow, his radiant presence silences their squabbling and unites their wonder.
Himmelsvolk → Drittes Kapitel Die Frühlingsnacht

