“A beautiful black cat, with big green eyes shimmering in the night, quickly crosses the road, heading the clearing just outside the village. Hidden from the sight of anyone and wrapped in darkness, it finally shows its true nature: it’s a woman.”

“Some deep traces break the flat snowy expanse. But they are not traces of some animals, they seem to be bare footprints. But who will ever venture into that sea of white, leaving those traces? Certainly someone without a common sense.”

“The wind hisses among the ruins of the ancient castle, which towered over the inhabited area, benefiting at the same time of a spectacular and strategic view. A ghostly figure wanders careful and undisturbed among these ruins, observing the horizon in search of something or someone.”

It slowly slides along the slopes of the mountain. Hissing, it dodges the trees into the dense woods, that separe it for its coveted destination. It goes further and further into the darkness, away from both predators and prying eyes.

The full moon is temporarily darkened by some indefinite shapes. It looks like a strange flock of crows, but its nature is actually another. Slowly, these gloomy figures descend towards the small clearing, protected by a circle of trees.

A flickering bright trail moves slowly along the woods’ path. The small flames dance cheerfully into the darkness, partly illuminating the way. This bright parade, like a long snake, slides slowly towards the inhabited area.