The night was too quiet to seem ordinary. Lena lay by the open window of the old house, listening to the rustling sounds that only she seemed to hear. Below, in the darkness of the garden, Marek was lighting a torch, ready for another attempt to find a passage through the wild scrub at the foot of Lone Mountain. The whole village had whispered for generations about paths that only appeared when one's own hand could no longer be seen in the mist. Lena and Marek, no longer children but not yet adults, knew perfectly well that night was the only time to look for such places. That evening, they both felt that the fog covered not only the valley, but also their thoughts, pushing them towards something that until then had only seemed like a legend. Equipped only with rucksacks, a compass and an old map found in the attic, they set off across the meadow, feeling the soft, damp grass beneath their feet. At the border between light and shadow, where Mark's torch was becoming useless, a barely visible trail appeared. Trees grew sparser here, their branches intertwined high overhead, forming a vault under which the air was heavier, suffused with a scent of wet moss and herbs that Lena had never smelt before. They wandered in silence. Each step took them further away from the familiar world, and led towards something they could not name. At one point, Marek stopped suddenly and fell silent. Lena saw a stone archway in front of them, hidden between the roots of two huge oak trees. A strange bluish light shone through an opening in the wall, pulsating to the rhythm of their accelerated breathing. Lena reached out her hand and touched the damp stone. The air trembled. The light flared stronger, and a silhouette emerged from the other side of the archway - tall and slender, with eyes shining like stars on a starry night. The figure, though unmoving, seemed to invite them in with a gesture. Marek looked at Lena - their eyes were wide open, their hearts pounding like crazy. Behind them the wind increased, the mist thickened like milk. Lena took the first step towards the archway, feeling the ground tremble beneath her feet. As soon as she stepped through the portal, the world around her began to change: night turned into an indeterminate time, shadows danced among the trees, and the whisper of a recently seen figure echoed in her thoughts. She wanted to call out to Mark, but the sound stuck in her throat. A moment later, they were both standing on the other side. A blue glow illuminated the path leading deep into the strange land. However, when Lena turned to look behind her, the passage had disappeared and around them there was a silence even deeper than the one they had left in their village. There were quiet, repetitive sounds coming from the distance - as if someone was breaking branches and laughing quietly, watching their every move. Marek tightened his fingers on the strap of his rucksack, Lena instinctively reached for her compass. The light began to vibrate and the outlines of the trees blurred, revealing something beyond their imagined reality....