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Old legends said: night is the time of spirits. Night reveals its secrets not with light, but with darkness. In its depths, spirits awaken - in dance, in the rustle of leaves, in the breath of the beast. Nature does not remain silent. It preserves the memory of ancient myths, hidden in roots, in the breath of the wind. Thought dissolves into the darkness, where all living things become part of the rite. And every step turns into a ritual.
