Two souls landed on the same branch at dusk — and the whole garden glowed. The guest arrives in a living cinemagraph: two monarch butterflies perched beneath a low amber sun, wings breathing in an indigo sky. A gate of woven branches swallows the screen and lets them through; the couple waits inside ovals of moss and gold. Their story is written on cards of indigo glass pinned by tiny butterflies; the ceremonies glow under a floating amber orb that counts the hours. Photographs perch along a moss-lit branch like resting wings. Then the crown set-piece: THE RINGS AT DUSK — two golden bands on a mossy bough, lit by a shaft of amber light that leans with the guest's own hand. The RSVP is signed among fireflies; at the end, a single butterfly flies home into the sun. Single warm light source, locked three-colour palette, compositor-only scroll engine on one heartbeat.