Deep in the forest stands an old tree trunk; from its bark, small colorful windows peek out, as if someone had captured sunlight and poured it into glass.
All around grows thick, velvety moss, like a warm, cozy green coat.
No one has ever seen who lives in this house. But sometimes, when the evening breeze whispers through the leaves, a warm light flickers behind the colorful windowpanes. And if you press your ear very close to the bark, you hear a soft clatter, as if someone inside were washing dishes, or perhaps just rustling leaves together to make a bed.
Who on earth could be living in this house?

Source: ChatGPT (OpenAI), used for translation.