The last glass of red wine was sipping into the glasses when Lena, Tomek and Wojtek went down to the cellar of the centenarian in Praga Południe. The evening was supposed to be ordinary - board games, conversation, laughter. But the damp staircase and crooked brick ceiling brought back memories of childhood, when every corner in the tenement seemed to hide a secret. This time it wasn't imagination. Under a thick layer of dust at the end of the basement, they discovered a door neither of them remembered from previous visits. The cast-iron handle, strangely cold even for the cold here, resisted gently under Tom's pressure. A maze motif was carved into the panel - strands of metal criss-crossed to form an intricate web. - 'Do you have the key? - whispered Lena, though even she didn't know why she was creeping. They didn't. But Tom, ever practical, remembered the set of picks he used for repairs in the flat. One of them turned the lock surprisingly easily. They opened the door. Beyond the threshold, where another cellar chamber should have been, stretched a corridor with walls of black stone. The air smelled of the unknown. Every sound seemed to muffle just beyond the door, and the torchlight spilled across the floor, where tiny pebbles - like scattered stars - glittered. - 'I don't think this is normal...' - whispered Wojtek, but no one dared to back down. Their first brave step took them deeper into the room and... the light behind them went out. The door closed soundlessly. In front of them, patches of lights and shadows appeared - swirling shapes that arranged themselves into images and symbols, as if the whole corridor were a vivid dream. From the depths of the corridor, someone whispered their names. They held their breath and moved forward, unaware of how much their lives would change after that step....