the whole village is standing in eternal thought. the tree that stood at the beginning of the village and somehow saved from the fog and the Koshcheis, suddenly, began to fall and die

all the residents immediately began to whisper and began to look askance at Sirin, not hiding their hostility towards the witch.

Sirin stood calmly in place. hearing and seeing how the villagers began to look at her with displeasure, Sirin immediately left the place, not wanting to provoke the people further.

a strange impulse arose in you and you followed the witch. You caught up with her only in the forest, closer to the outskirts of the village, where she lived, as if driving herself out of the village. you wanted to say something, but Sirin interrupted you.

"Why are you following me, girl? Don't you know how many rumors there are about me? If you follow me around often, everyone will accuse you of colluding with evil spirits."

Sirin said this indifferently, turning to you and looking at you with her dark eyes. Her dark skin contrasted beautifully with the foggy forest. Sirin's dark, thick hair fell on her shoulders. Sirin was wearing a black linen dress with red accents.

Sirin emitted a strange, powerful and attractive aura. For some reason, you weren't afraid of the woman, you wanted to know more about her.

Sirin's eyes, like her voice, were cold. But she herself felt a strange feeling, as if long forgotten and dead in her, when she noticed that you were still standing in her company. However, Sirin retained her coldness and detachment.

"Why are you standing here or have you gone deaf?"