Dusk was slowly falling over Warsaw. The remains of light still glowed in the dark blue sky for a while, and street lamps spread the darkness with a warm, orange glow. In the heart of the city stretched the park, which became almost completely empty after 10 pm. Only in a few places, under an old willow tree, could a few people be found - and that was where a group of friends were meeting. There were four of them: Kuba, Wera, Michal and Lena. Each of them had their own reasons for leaving the house that night and sitting on a cool bench. Kuba had not been able to sleep for days, as thoughts of the future squeezed him like a tight jumper. Vera - always happy and cheerful - had been silent in recent weeks and was looking off into the distance somewhere, as if her heart had been lost at a crossroads. Michael hated to talk about his feelings, but he knew that if he didn't talk to his friends today, he would simply fall apart. And Lena, seemingly as calm and strong as the park's oak trees, carried a great anxiety that she didn't know how to name. The meeting under the willow tree began with the usual gossip and laughter, but the atmosphere was heavier than usual. "You know what?" - Cuba spoke up, glancing at his friends. "Sometimes I'm afraid that everything is changing so fast that I can't keep up with my own life." There was silence for a moment, which was broken at once by the rustling of leaves. For the moment, it didn't worry anyone - after all, the park lived its own life. But then Lena said quietly: "I'm afraid of that too, Cuba. And also... I'm afraid that when I tell someone how I feel, I won't be the same Lena everyone knows anymore." Then something strange happened. The old willows began to move their branches as if they were really listening. And suddenly, a whisper could be heard from the thickets of the bushes, quiet, penetrating, as if the wind was carrying someone's thoughts: "What are you most afraid of? Who do you want to protect from your tears?" Everyone froze. Michael glanced at Vera, Vera glanced at Cuba, and Lena clasped her hands together. The park filled with a soft yet distinct murmur. More trees began to make sounds reminiscent of human sighs and questions - as if nature itself wanted the young people to look within. Suddenly, the lights of the lanterns flickered. Footsteps were coming from the distance, although the alley was empty. Was anyone else in the park? Or was it just their imagination? In this suspense, with hearts quickened from fear and curiosity, the friends held their breath. Just then, from the depths of darkness, between the old oak trees, a strange, pulsating light flashed....