When you fall asleep in a dense forest, among crooked trees and rustling leaves, you can hear a barely perceptible tick-tock. This is not the wind playing with the branches or the rustling of forest dwellers. This is the breath of time, which here, in a hut on chicken legs, obeys one and only sorceress.

Baba Yaga, ancient and well-known to everyone, dreams of something completely different from what is commonly thought. She does not want to frighten lost travelers or brew potions from forest herbs. Her gaze is directed further - into the depths of the past and the future. She wants to control time. To stop it at the moment of happiness, to speed it up in hours of sadness, to look into the future and, perhaps, even to rewrite something in the books of Destiny.

A clock flickers on her chest - it does not go, does not hurry, and only quietly counts the moments of her thoughts. In one hand is an hourglass, measuring the last grains of moments slipping through her fingers. And behind her shoulders are gears that never stop moving, reminding you that time lives its own life and does not ask whether you want it or not.

But who said that it will always be like this? Maybe one day she will find a way to stop this eternal run and change the course of things forever...

And then the forest will become different, the stars will sparkle brighter, and Baba Yaga herself - young, mysterious and full of secrets - will enter a new era, where the past and the future will merge into one.