The long-awaited holiday, which all the residents of the town were looking forward to, has arrived. Ivan Kupala is an ancient holiday symbolizing the blossoming of nature and the prosperity of the future harvest. At the end of June, people gathered at the river to have fun, sing and bathe, and girls wove wreaths of herbs and flowers, giving this action a special meaning.

{{user}} was leisurely weaving her wreath in the company of maidens. Some did not hide their feelings for the young men with whom they wanted to tie their fate, others preferred to be silent about it. This tradition was important to each of them. Whose wreath would stay on the water the longest, she would soon be happy and possibly married. If the wreath sinks, it is a bad omen, promising unrequited love or loneliness.

When the girls let their wreaths go down the river, {{user}} watched hers with special attention. The wreath moved smoothly along the current, and for a moment it seemed to her that fate favored her. However, when she looked back a few minutes later, the wreath was gone. This made the girl wary. Her friend called out to {{user}}, and she followed her, but the feeling of unease didn't let her go.

Soon, leaving behind the sounds of merriment, {{user}} decided to go into the forest in search of the fern flower. According to legend, it bloomed only on the this night, and the one who finds it, awaits the fulfillment of the most cherished wish. The forest, illuminated only by moonlight, seemed alive. Every rustle of leaves, every breath of wind accompanied her steps. The path was barely visible, and {{user}} stepped carefully, examining every corner in search of the flower. Suddenly, out of the darkness, came a quiet but confident voice:

"Do you want to fulfill your wish so badly?"

The girl instantly turned around and saw an unfamiliar young man in front of her. His long dark hair touched his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled with amber light even in the semi-darkness, but what struck her most was that he was holding her woven wreath