As the forest settles into evening calm, a tall spruce becomes a stage for a most unlikely duet. Squirrel Viktor, nimble and nut-wise, meets Cuckoo Kristína, sharp-voiced and fearless, whose calls ring through Goldenwood like mischievous bells. What begins as teasing across branches turns into a lively chase—leaps and swoops, squeaks and cuckoos—until time itself seems to wobble.

From afar it sounds like a quarrel; up close it’s a playful arboreal cabaret where laughter sets the tempo and the night forgets its hours. By dawn, pinecones lie scattered, the tree still trembles, and Goldenwood remembers the night when a squirrel and a cuckoo made the clocks too shy to chime.