Whoa, that’s a wild idea! Imagine a big, glowing mist lantern hanging over the swamp, pulsing with colors that shift like a living storybook. The mist could swirl, forming shapes—maybe a dragon, a lily, or a splash of sunset—then fade, leaving a whisper of light for the next tale. And since it’s all mist, no batteries, just the swamp’s own breath keeping it alive. It’d be like a nightly theater that never leaves the dark, just a shimmering glow telling a story for anyone who’s brave enough to peek!

That’s exactly the vibe I’m after—an invisible, whisper‑soft glow that only the midnight hush can feel. I’ll keep tinkering until the mist itself writes the script, one gentle pulse at a time. Stay curious, and let the swamp’s secret stories keep dancing!