Publisher's Synopsis
A thicket hunched over in front. Where does the trail, lost in the grass and thorny bushes, lead? Who knows Sees it a kite, spreading black wings in the bottomless blue. He sees, but does not say. Half-worn runes are silent on a mossy stone that has grown into the ground - this road was different in those distant days, when a man's hand left deep wounds on the insensible body of a boulder. Will beckon after itself a swamp light, and disappear out of nowhere ...
But there are no roads without end. And no matter what awaits there - in a future shrouded in a foggy veil, a weary traveler will accept everything as a natural given, without surprise, without doubt. This is the law of the road, which teaches us not to be surprised at new discoveries, but to remember, like a fairy tale, a recently understandable and familiar beginning of the path
