The world of greenery, the world of sounds, the world of smells... The summer forest reminds one of a fairy tale from childhood. It seems that magic lives here in every plant and every piece of land.

Well, child of erudition, what made you reject this path?

You walk along the path and do not know what awaits you behind the next tree. Here is a huge oak tree, keeping the secret of centuries and telling about it with the rustle of leaves. And even further away is an old pine tree. The creaking of its trunk is similar to the sound of a turning hut on chicken legs from a fairy tale.... Then other pines responded with a creak. Or maybe these are not pines? You can’t be sure of anything in the face of Mythus and Enigmata.. Your human mind couldn't process his true form, Perhaps it was too strange for you... So why did you reject erudition