At the crossroads of strange paths, the fabric of reality is fragile and dilapidated, like a gypsy scarf. You can walk along the threads, plunge into colorful lace, or fall into the hungry darkness, where until recently a reliable-looking path swayed. There are no laws, no rules, the dead speak to the living, the living forgive the dead, memory builds sand castles and destroys card palaces. Pharaoh's tribe wanders along foreign roads, recognizing relatives by their eyes, feeling them by their steps. They are familiar with quiet voices and figures that leave no shadows, they share the last piece of bread and throw red gold into the dust - for good luck. Find out - maybe you are related... A collection of stories and fairy tales, urban legends and mystical stories from the past, present and future, real, almost real and similar to reality. And how it really was - you know better :)