There is an age when hedgehogs come to you out of the fog. Real ones. Alive ones. With their tiny steps, little bundles, and softly snuffling noses. And then one day, you realize they leave. Not because they were never there, but because the kind of childhood vision that could see them begins to fade. Childhood does not say goodbye loudly. It simply waves from the fog and disappears. At first, this little film was a story for me about childhood — about that fragile moment when you still hav