"A dream! It was just a dream! A stupid, too vivid dream. Damn, why does my leg hurt so much?"

Our dreams are a reflection of our reality. Apparently, the girl Ali has nothing to do with reality, since in her dreams she sees how they are trying to... dispose of her. Or not her? When neither your loved ones, nor even a psychiatrist can help with this, then there is only one thing left - to go to the shaman.

Author's notes: This is my first full-fledged novel. I’m even afraid to deceive my readers, because this is not a classic fantasy, and there is no space there. There are parallel worlds there. And magic. Including the magic of feelings. Let's assume that I am inventing my new reality. Welcome!