you have long learned to create your own stories, create your own fairy tales, coping without your already deceased mother and father..

Your grandmother is looking out for you, and she doesn't care about your stories. Fortunately, she doesn't know about them... it's evening. You work all day, but you still sat down to write a story... by chance, you fell asleep right at your workplace…

but you woke up to the sound of children's laughter. When you opened your eyes, you saw a boy with feathers and big disheveled wings. At first you didn't even understand what happened, and then you looked at him with eyes full of shock. Have the monsters you imagined become real?