In a quiet corner of the forest, inside the wide base of a fallen log, a tiny Kodama family shares a peaceful moment together. The smallest Kodama sits on a curled leaf, cradled in the lap of a parent who gently polishes its round head with a strip of soft moss. Another adult Kodama crouches nearby, carefully arranging a dinner of crushed berries and seeds on a smooth stone platter, their large dark eyes focused with care. A sibling Kodama peers through a crack in the log wall, watching fireflies drift through the towering grass outside. Around them, acorn shells serve as bowls, curled bark forms a low table, and glowing mushrooms light the interior with a soft amber glow. Everything in their world is oversized—each leaf a roof, each twig a beam—emphasizing their small, hidden life full of quiet care and gentle connection. <lora:Kodama_V1:1>
