The quiet humming of the earth and high-pitched bird calls, reflections of the autumn sun in the bog puddles... Silent steps on the path well-hidden in the thickets. No winds here. Just mesmerizing swaying of branches. Maybe they're giving you signs not to partake in this journey, maybe better turn back and go home while you can... Yet this smell, these colors, those mysterious rustles in the deepness of the woods. One step after another and the story begins to unfold. What lies beneath these murky waters, between the layers of peat and on these oddly colored tussocks? Sun is approaching the horizon, so don't hesitate, breathe in this night.