Since the beginning of time we have seen winter as a season of cold and darkness, hardships and suffering. We were afraid of her and did not understand, we were hiding and waiting. For there was no birth of spring, nor life of summer, nor even death of autumn in it. But there was something else - a mysterious way that lies between the old and the new, a cleansing dream and detachment. The world given to us lives in the autumn of its existence, but no matter how much we fear, its cycle is destined to end and begin again. Brace yourself. Winter is coming.