The fern flower never blooms or so they say. Found only on the shortest night of the year, during the ancient festival of Kupala, it’s a symbol of desire, mystery and the impossible. Boys and girls disappear into the woods to search for it, not really expecting to find a flower, but something else entirely - luck, love, maybe even themselves. The myth lives on in firelit clearings and dew-covered leaves, whispered in the crackle of bonfires and the rustle of skirts brushing against damp forest floor.