Lena had always known that the Forest of Whispers was no ordinary forest. At night, when the trees rustled quietly and the moon reflected in the cobwebs, there was an enchantment in the air. A young sorceress sat on the carved bough of an oak tree, watching the treetops. Beside her, in the semi-darkness, stood her faithful friend Tolek - a centaur with a red mane and a delicious smile. - Check it out, Lena! - whispered Tolek suddenly, pointing deep into the forest. Amidst the mist, hanging low over the moss, tiny lights began to appear. They were too big for skylights and too bright to belong to animals. They moved in orderly circles, pulsating like the beating hearts of the forest. Lena squinted - the lights drifted closer and closer, and the smell of wet wood and lavender spread around. The trees began to hum louder, as if warning: "Hush! Guests are arriving who prefer silence to shouting." - I've never seen them here before... - muttered Lena, reaching for her walking stick braided from juniper twigs. Tolek pulled her by her coat. - 'Maybe we should go back to the village? - he suggested quietly, but curiosity was clearly fighting fear within him. Instead of going back, Lena took a step towards the light. At the same moment, the ground trembled slightly and a melodious whisper sounded among the crowns: - Who dares to disturb the night dance of the Guardians? Lena and Tolek froze in stillness. Lights began to surround them in a circle, and blue sparks bloomed above their heads. Were they about to meet the magical Forest Guardians, or had they fallen into a trap? And then...