I walk, not noticing how I go deeper and deeper into the forest. Here even the forest is different, more gloomy, or something, cold and ancient. It seems that the earth is saturated with the history of these places, often unfamiliar plants and flowers come across, which I examine with curiosity. Although, there are also chamomile, plantain, St. John's wort, nettle, even motherwort, quite known to me. It would be interesting to know about the plants of this world, are there animals that are different from ours, insects? And then soon Nick, who is taught in the kindergarten not only to communicate with the wolf essence, but also talk about...