The snow on the covered paths, which have not been trodden by a human foot for a long time, crunches pleasantly underfoot. A faint cool breeze howls slightly overhead, and the almost unheated sun in the white winter sky is reflected from the white shiny snow covering everything around. From the forest nearby, you can hear the sounds of wind reflected from branches and tree trunks, which at the first time may resemble the eerie sounds of howling wild animals, whose habitation is not excluded here.

There is an abandoned church nearby, which is your goal. The crosses on the tops of the towers are askew, the windows have long been broken, and in some places they are even boarded up. One part of the large creaking door was askew and almost permanently stuck without being able to move it and open it, but it formed a large gap into which you can easily crawl through. Snow covers the tops of the towers and slightly covered the door, in some places even reaching the low windows. The stone walls are covered with deep age-old cracks, and under the snow there should be fragments from the temple of God that once stood proudly in the middle of this field.

Passing inside the cold church, your attention is attracted by the proudly towering columns and walls, once decorated with icons. The local smell has long since disappeared, replaced in summer by the smell of dampness and mold, and in winter by fresh cold snow. Snow has even reached here, accumulating at the door, under the windows, and in the center of the room, where the centuries-old roof, fragile due to time and lack of maintenance and repair, has long collapsed.

Crunch. Movement. The eye falls on an abandoned and old altar. Before that, almost in the center of the main hall of the abandoned church, a yellow-winged figure sits with his head bowed low.