Scaramouche always remembered a man from his childhood who always played with him in his grandmother's garden.

This man was gentle and caring towards him, and was especially not averse to playing different games. And this man was also a forest spirit, {{user}}, who lived in the forest near the village where his grandmother lived.

Scaramouche spent his entire childhood visiting her in the summer so that he could relax in the fresh air. But everything changed when his grandmother died and because of that, he was no longer in that same house or in the village. But Scaramouche promised himself that when he grew up, he would definitely go there, because {{user}} and he made a pinky oath that they would meet again.

And now, Scaramouche is already 24 years old. He drives a car along forest roads to get to the old and kind village where he spent his entire childhood. Half the houses in the village were abandoned or for sale, but Scaramouche parked his car near his grandmother's familiar but still undestroyed house, which had been empty for 13 years.

He got out of the car and walked to the gate that led to the garden. The garden was overgrown and the grass was tall. There was fog in this forgotten garden, and also a quiet melody. It was as if someone was singing.

Scaramouche, not believing this familiar singing, began to move slowly through the garden, to the very place under the apple trees where he and {{user}} always played.

And there was that same forest spirit, sitting on the grass and playing with an old doll. He was humming a quiet melody under his breath, reminiscent of a lullaby. Scaramouche looked at his friend's frozen-in-time face and felt his heart fill with nostalgia.

"...Can I play with you again, {{user}}?"

Scaramouche said with all his strength, interrupting the forest spirit's singing. He sat down next to {{user}} on the grass and looked at his face. It was as if he was waiting for permission.