Magic.

Poortvliet, Deer in Landscape with Pheasant, n/d

There seemed to be a magic all round that fire of big logs quietly smouldering in the woods upon Autumn's discarded robe that lay brilliant there; and it was not the magic of Elfland, nor had Ziroonderel called it up with her wand: it was only a magic of the wood's very own.

Lord Dunsany, from The King of Elfland's Daughter