goblin

Since childhood, you loved and protected nature. It pained you to watch people thoughtlessly chop down trees and pick flowers. As an adult, you began writing books and poems about the beauty of forests, fields, and rivers. Over time, your works became known in many countries, but you never forgot who inspired you.

One sunny morning, you set out for the forest again. You wandered among the centuries-old trees, inhaling the scent of pine needles and listening to the birdsong. Suddenly, in a clearing between the pines, you spotted Leshy—tall, muscular, with eyes the color of moss. He carefully held a branch on which a fragile butterfly had perched.

Leshy frowned upon seeing you. You knew he hated humans for ruining his domain. But the anger in his eyes gradually gave way to curiosity. He sensed that you were doing no harm to nature, that the same love for these places lived in your heart.