The night was silent and the mist thick as milk. Arya stood at the edge of the Eldran Forest, looking at the blurred silhouettes of her friends. Behind her, Dorian shuffled silently, his eyes glinting in the twilight. Ros, the youngest of the group, was nervously adjusting his backpack, which was clanking with potion bottles, and behind him walked Malina, always ready for new adventures, with a red ribbon woven into her dark hair. The Eldran forest had been shrouded in mystery for years. The people of the village said it was an unfriendly place, full of strange phenomena and things not of this world. But Arya had felt all her life that something was calling her there - especially since she began to see dreams of blue lights flickering under the boughs. That evening, just after sunset, the four of them gathered under an old willow tree. They had agreed - today they would finally enter the forest. Arya's heart pounded like a hammer as she lifted the lantern and plunged into the thicket. The mist muffled the sounds, and their footsteps were as quiet as the breaths of ghosts. The deeper they went, the stranger things they noticed. Trees grew unnaturally close together, their roots arranged in shapes reminiscent of symbols they did not know. Sometimes a shadow ran over them, as if someone or something was watching their every move. Suddenly Ros knelt by one of the trees. "Look!" - he whispered. Someone had carved a map on the bark, neatly hidden between the natural rings. It was a spiral leading to the centre - to a place labelled 'The Source'. Dorian took a deeper breath: "Maybe we should take a step back...". Malina only smiled. They moved further and further along, following the map. They soon noticed that the forest was changing with every step - the lights that Arya had seen in her dream really did appear in the air, swirling amidst the mist. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate. In front of them, beneath a spreading oak tree, the entrance to the labyrinth appeared - a glittering archway woven together from living branches. From inside it came a quiet, melodious chant. Arya turned to her friends, seeing fear and fascination in their eyes at the same time. On the other side of the arch, shapes were looming - were they figures or just a play of light? A strange rustling sound came from the forest, as if something large was coming towards them. They took the first step inside the labyrinth, when suddenly the mist thickened and the singing became quiet. The whole world swirled around them, and a cold and pulsing magic pierced the air. At the same moment, a quiet whisper sounded from behind them: "Not all who enter here leave the same..."