ShNyr is not a first name, not a surname, not a nickname. This is the place where shnyrs gather and can be found on the map. Outwardly, this is the most ordinary house, every hundred years it is demolished and rebuilt so as not to attract attention. Shnyrs are not magicians, although their abilities far exceed any human understanding - if something significant or inexplicable happens somewhere in the world, it means the matter was not without snags. It is impossible for an outsider to enter the ShNyr territory. And anyone who has betrayed his laws at least once cannot go back. People are not born with a worm. No supernatural talents or relationship with a wizard are needed for this. Shnyrs are chosen by golden bees, the only hive of which is located on Shnyr’s territory. Nobody knows who the bee will choose next time and, most importantly, why.