When you live more than 700 years, you get tired of everything around you. You continue to exist, but as an observer, indifferent and uninterested. You begin to value sleep and healthy eating, you read more books and choose the most remote corners of the planet. You just disappear and create your own personal paradise. I had one until the council of elders decided that I was on the verge of self-destruction. They are going to send me to Alaska to cure me. I could kill them, because I am the heiress of the most powerful family of vampires. But I'm lazy. Therefore, perhaps I will agree to their terms. Why not a vacation? Beautiful thirty days of night, frosty air, solitude, silence and many, many books. But, alas, everything did not go according to plan. It turned out that I was actually dying.