Night fell over Deep Boer than they had expected. Lena, with flowing hair and a torch in her hand, was pushing her way through the dense bushes. She was followed by Wojtek, a little shorter, but with a rucksack stuffed with plum chocolate bars and a notebook he never left home without. In their village, it was said that this forest was home to various creatures that it was better not to tease, but curiosity was stronger than grandma's words. - 'We're going to get lost,' muttered Wojtek when a branch snagged him on the hood of his sweatshirt. - Don't frown! After all, that's exactly the point. You can't see anything here during the day, and at night everything is... different - answered Lena, trying to sound confident, even though her heart was beating faster than usual. A few days before, they had heard from an old fisherman by the river about a hut that changes its place on its own. None of the adults believed such a thing existed, but Lena had seen strange lights swaying between the trees at night. She decided to check it out. After three hours of walking in complete silence, they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet change - the ground was soft, as if lined with moss and needles, and the sweet smell of herbs spread all around. - Can you see it? - Lena pointed to a rectangle of light fading among the ferns. It only took a few steps before they spotted an old hut, almost innate in the ground. It was made of dark wood and the roof was covered with large green leaves. - Why don't we go back? - Wojtek lowered his voice, but Lena was already putting her foot carefully on the crooked threshold. There was a smell of damp earth and hay in the air. The door creaked open of its own accord, as if someone had invited them inside. A candle was burning in the chamber. At the table sat a figure in a greyish shawl and green apron - her face was in shadow and her hands seemed woven from shadows and light. Lena felt a shudder as the woman lifted her gaze. Her eyes shone with a cool green glow. On the table lay a six-armed amulet carved from birch wood. - 'You have been looking for me,' the figure spoke quietly. - But are you ready to learn the answers that can no longer be undone? The silence in the cottage was as thick as the fog outside the window. Lena felt her legs begin to tremble, and Wojtek squeezed his notebook so tightly that the white pages crumpled. As the figure reached for the amulet, a blast of cold air swirled around them and the shadows on the walls began to dance. Then the door of the hut slammed shut with a bang....