The forest was alive and cunning. It stretched for many kilometers around and protected its own possessions with impassable swamps and thickets of ancient trees. Blood vessels crossed his carcass along roads hidden in the grass. Some lured into nowhere, others, if lucky, could lead to the very thicket, where once an unknown giant creator had scattered a handful of tiny villages. This forest did not like strangers. Here, at the devil's horns, something happened. At the forest devil's horns...