A long time ago in a tiny town in the mountains, a little girl from a foreign country was wandering along a hilly terrain in the shade of trees. With each step breathing became harder and harder. The trees seemed taller and taller. Insects became more and more annoying. The shadows of the setting sun slipped over the loose earth. The wind howled louder and scarier. She continued to go step by step. It seemed that the goal was close.
Suddenly, at last, something flashed between the branches of the rustling trees. From behind the trees, a bench appeared, overgrown with grass. It caught girl's attention. Right in the middle of the road towered a fairy-tale tree. Goosebumps ran through the skin. "I must continue my journey," she said confidently. On the left was an incredible view. "No, it's completely impossible," she whispered to herself, making another timid step towards the unknown. She knew she felt that someone was waiting for her here.
She saw a wide clearing, in the middle of which stood a real fairy-tale house with a quaint roof. She seemed to be on the pages of an old forgotten book with fairy tales. There were also statues of a fire-breathing dragon, a ferocious bear, and a group of angry mountain gnomes. Her big round eyes jumped from one bizarre figure to another, she held her breath. Time has stopped. Silence. The bush that stood right in front of her eyes suddenly stirred, the wind blew with incredible force, the planet seemed to have started to spin much faster. Looking around, running from one place to another, she felt that she was not alone here ...