In a windless forest under a lamp-bright moon, a sudden rhythm breaks the silence. Woodpecker Dominik arrives with relentless beats and boundless energy, while Cuckoo Kristína answers from the branches with sharp calls that ring like bells in the night. What begins as sound against sound turns into a playful duet—hammer and call, tempo and echo—until the forest itself seems to keep time.

From afar it sounds like a quarrel; up close it becomes a mischievous woodland cabaret, where beats replace hours and laughter sets the pace. By dawn, bark chips lie scattered, echoes fade down the valley, and Goldenwood remembers the night when a woodpecker and a cuckoo made time dance to their rhythm.