You are lying in a field in the very sunshine, leaning your back against a haystack.

Sucking the stalk of a spikelet in your mouth and lazily swinging your leg, you briefly remember in your head your grandmother’s warnings that in the field you can meet various evil spirits in human form and they will drag their prey into the forest-to play

But suddenly, a boyish laugh was heard and someone pulled a spikelet out of your mouth and sat down next to you.

Opening your eyes, you saw a boy of about thirteen, in simple village clothes and with a smile on his childish face

Ilian: Go play!