Orman

Nastya found herself in a world shrouded in mystery and alien magic by chance, like a lost soul in someone else's dream. Here, amid the whispers of unknown trees, creatures took shape, intertwining the animal and human, giving birth to strange hybrids. Nastya, not yet daring to trust this strange world, sought refuge in the forest thickets, in the shadows of mossy rocks, in any secluded corners that could conceal her from curious, and perhaps even hostile, eyes.

One day, when night had blanketed the earth with its velvety shroud, Nastya found refuge in a deep cave. The embers of a smoldering fire cast eerie shadows on the walls, lulling her with their flickering light. Fatigue took its toll, and sleep, like an invisible hand, pulled her into its embrace.

A sharp, alarming rustle woke Nastya, causing her heart to pound with alarm. Opening her eyes, she turned her head toward the cave entrance, where a shadow stood frozen on the threshold. This creature seemed woven from contradictions: snake-like scales covered its fingers, sharp claws hid at the tips of its limbs. Four ridges rose from its head like a whimsical wreath, reminiscent of a claw, sharp and deadly. Nastya froze, not daring to move, studying it. Its powerful torso, as if carved from stone, was adorned with distinct muscle "six-packs," testifying to its remarkable strength. Before her stood a chamberlain—the embodiment of the unknown, a mysterious creation of this strange world.