One early November evening, I was walking our dogs through the forest near our house in Poland, the route was along a path that led to a local village cemetery. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves, and the forest bathed in the soft golden light of the setting sun. As I strolled along the familiar path, I noticed a red-orange glow emanating from the local cemetery. The sun was casting long shadows along the path and as I walked closer to the cemetery, I noticed villagers arriving with cleaning supplies. Some were just starting the process of cleaning and tending to loved one’s graves. Lanterns were being placed carefully and some were even lit. The scene was both serene and haunting, with flickering lights creating a warm inviting glow amidst the encroaching darkness.