Emilia has always said that the most magic is where no one expects it. This evening, as she approached the park with Igor at her side, she had the feeling that the air was trembling with unspeakable secrets. Summers in the city centre were not often quiet - but tonight, between the rustling leaves of the plane trees, there was an unusual silence everywhere. They had both worked long hours, stayed after hours, and now, walking through the park, they felt like two characters from a novel, taken out of everyday life for a moment. The lanterns in the park were shining a little brighter than usual, casting golden patches of light on the gravel of the paths. Emilia noticed that Igor's shadow stopped for a moment while he walked on. She was surprised, but before she could say anything, her own shadow turned sideways, as if invited by the night to do another dance. They looked at each other uncertainly. Then they heard the first whisper - very quiet, barely noticeable, coming from under the oldest of the lanterns. Emilia held her breath. She had the feeling that someone was waiting for them there, as if the lamp was alive. Igor tightened his hand on her sleeve. Another whisper came from behind the lantern glass, this time clearer, though still unintelligible. Barely articulated words twisted in the air, as if the wind was piecing together a secret message just for them. Emilia took a step forward - with each movement, the light around their feet began to pulsate, as if inviting them inside, into another dimension of the same path. Igor stopped her slightly, whispering in her ear: "Maybe it's dangerous?" Then all the lanterns lit up simultaneously with blue light, and the park resounded with a choral whisper, clearly forming the words: "If you want to know the secret of this city..." And in the same instant, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble gently, and shadows moved towards the illuminated park gate, leading them to a place they had not seen before. They stood at the threshold of this mysterious path, not yet knowing whether to take that final step - or to respond to the invitation of the magic that was waiting for someone to discover it.