Do you know the stories about trees to which Faeries and Nymphs were bound? The sort of a tree that grew in an old, old forest, and within it lived a beautiful fairy, catering to it, but unable to leave, its spirit connected to the tree itself. Every now and then, a mortal man would hear of the beautiful fairy, and try to find her to take her for his wife, with sword or bow or song, but few found the tree, and fewer still caught as much as a glimpse of the fairy herself. And that way, thriving together with her beautiful tree, the fairy lived for centuries.



That's what it reminds me of the most. Those glimmering lights almost look like little spirits, darting round the mushrooms, too fast to be caught by the eye of a mere mortal like we are, like little faeries with glimmering, shining wings.