Above, the enchanting moonlight; below, the flickering fire, the beat of the wooden platform, footsteps, and laughter echoing through the vast wilderness. And we are together, with warm-hearted people in the cool mountain night, realizing that we have never truly been ‘without FIRE’ in our lives.

That’s when the evening sun gently falls on the green hills, and we return to the wild, simple, and peaceful beauty of nature—watching the stream, bathing in the forest, inhaling the scent of grass and trees, and listening to the stream’s whispers as our hearts calm with each gust of the forest wind.

That’s when dusk falls, when the stories of fire, culture, and human connection begin; we immerse ourselves in the flow of time with the Co-Tu people, preparing simple traditional dishes, realizing that modern conveniences can sometimes feel unnecessary…

That’s when the FIRE is called back, when our hearts warm with glimpses of ancient life through playful reenactments of early hunting and gathering civilizations—yet the place is filled with generosity and sharing.