He carries an acorn lantern in his hand.
The lantern flickers with emerald light coming from inside, and it pulsates like a heart.
The leaves stretch forward to absorb this light. Sleepy grasses spread like silk at the feet of their master.
Its crown is branches and antlers; twisted, interlocked, intertwined. He is both a man, a tree, and a beast.
The fragrance starts with a gust of cold, bitter air, it is bitter herbs that line the background and mood of the entire landscape.
In the heart of the densely infused with a decoction of marsh grasses and flowers of gentian.
And at parting, the fragrance leans to the damp earth, sweet thick mosses and wet wood.