Hania lived at the edge of an old forest. In the cottage, a cheerful homemaker whispered quietly. He watched over the pots and the little red shawl. One night the wind smelled of honey and smoke. From afar, a green sign flashed above the forest. - 'I think it's a fern flower,' whispered the homely man. - It only shines like that once a year. Hania shook her handkerchief and picked up the torch. Mum was asleep and the stars twinkled above the roof. - I'll go to the edge, just for a little while,' she said. In the forest, the path was as soft as moss. Ferns whispered and an owl counted steps. Suddenly a tree snapped its branches above Hania. Between the trunks stood Leszy in a crown of twigs. He had eyes like a lake and a voice like a leaf. - Are you looking for the light, child? - He asked very quietly. Behind his back something flashed and rustled. Hania lifted the torch and saw a long golden shell. Something big moved in the ferns.