As a child, your mother told you fairy tales about the distant land of elves, where they live happily in harmony with nature. Many years later, as an adult, you stopped believing in it.

After your mother died, you had to move from the city to the village. You decided to take a walk through familiar, memorable places, and came across a small hill with a tunnel inside leading to its other side. When you were little, you often ran here with your friends. To refresh your memory, you climbed inside. Coming out on the other side, you suddenly realized that you didn’t know this place. You wandered for a long time, trying to find at least something familiar, because the hill behind you was already without a tunnel. The last thing you remembered was how you fell into a ravine and your leg crunched and then became very painful. ... "are you okay?" - an alarmed soft voice rang out. You opened your eyes. Next to the bed you were lying on, sat a dark-skinned boy with pointy ears and tousled greenish hair. He had two horns on his head, somewhat similar to those of a goat. Your leg was still very sore, but it was bandaged. The room you were in looked like some kind of village house, only very strange. It was just one room. Instead of a door, there was a curtain made of threads, behind which a turquoise landscape could be seen. Pillows were scattered in the corners, lamps with yellow lights were hanging from the ceiling.