Nobody knows where the sprout comes from. Nobody knows how it chooses...

Nobody knows where the sprout comes from.

Nobody knows how it chooses.

Yet every day, when it appears, the Grove gathers around the Campfire.

Hoping.

Watching.

Waiting.

🌱🎃👻

Some call it luck.

Others call it forest magic.

But on the darkest nights... I'm not sure there's a difference.