When the first raindrop kissed the umbrella, the forest suddenly awakened—a girl in a white dress twirled her transparent umbrella, water droplets rolling down from the tips of the leaves, dancing with the folds of her skirt. As the faint light penetrated the mist, even the air became a flowing poem, each frame containing the heartbeat of the forest. In this rain-washed green, even breathing felt as light as a fairytale.