Leon had always thought that his hometown was a dull spot on the map - post-industrial estates, empty squares and lonely cranes that had long since stopped working. Where others saw only greyness, however, he saw shadows far removed from the ordinary. One evening, as the lantern light struggled to illuminate the dense fog, Leon heard something he couldn't name - a deep, metallic sound coming from inside the old factory on Różana Street. The next day he returned there, driven by a premonition that would not let him rest. Sylwia, his best friend, an incorrigible dreamer with dark hair and a sharp tongue, was already waiting outside the entrance, by the graphite wall. Without a word they set off together, admiring the playing lights of the lanterns reflected in the puddles. The inside of the factory was even more disturbing than in the daytime: concrete pillars, abandoned trolleys, the smell of rust and damp. As Leon approached the former warehouse, something unusual caught his eye - a shiny piece of metal, curved like a sickle of the moon, protruding from under a pile of planks. - 'It's just a piece of sheet metal,' chuckled Sylwia dismissively, but Leon already sensed that it was something else. They pushed away the rubble. Hidden in the floor was a circular slab, covered with intricate engravings. When Leon touched the oldest symbol, the slab shone with a cold light, the sound spreading through the silent interior. A mist rose from the ground - thick, almost black. They clasped their hands together, and then the world around them began to flicker. The ceiling disappeared, the factory crumbled into tiny pieces, and a vortex opened up beneath their feet. They fell into it, unable even to scream. Leon only managed to grab Sylvia's hand. They awoke in the midst of a completely alien space - there was rustling grass beneath their feet, the air had the taste of spices, and before them stretched a forest illuminated by hundreds of blue lights. On either side of the path were stone figures - each with a different, inhuman face. Muffled voices came from the darkness, and the smell of smoke and resin wafted over everything. - Are we... dreaming? - whispered Sylwia. Leon was unable to answer. At the end of the path, exactly opposite them, a silhouette began to form - a tall figure with silver eyes, holding something in his hands that pulsed with light. Everything else fell silent. Leon felt his heart beating faster than ever before.