
The sun goes down and the fireflies come out one by one, low over the reeds and the water.

Rare blue lights drift between the trunks. Walk up to one and it slips away.

Where no daylight reaches, glow worms turn the ceiling of a lush cave into a starry sky.

Night in a swamp: dozens of fireflies blinking among the willows and the pools.

Under the blossom the fireflies glow pink.

