In the midst of his travels between countries, Jack Frost rode the icy winds, his watchful gaze catching a group of kids following an imaginary friend. Descending gracefully, he landed on a tree branch, observing as the children, led by a determined youngster, marched toward their hidden sanctuary. A knowing smile played on Jack's lips, recognizing that winter was still a month away for this region, yet the harsh summer seemed to be pushing them toward a realm of imagination.

Intrigued, Jack decided to linger, trailing behind the kids as they approached their secret refuge. The young leader fervently spoke of an unseen companion, a spirit that only they could perceive. Jack, once a believer in such fantastical beings since he himself was once unknown, sensed a connection with these children, as if they could discern a spirit not yet widely known.

As the day transitioned into night, Jack, still concealed in the shadows, gradually transformed the tree's leaves from a fiery green, weathered by the summer heat, into a breathtaking palette of yellows and oranges. Finally breaking his silence, he addressed the children,

"Say, what's their name? I don't think I've met your little spirit friend before, kids!" Jack Frost's words hung in the air, accompanied by the subtle dance of leaves and an unseen magic that lingered around the children and their mysterious companion.