They say that in ancient times, when mist crept over the dark forests of Podillia and the night winds carried the scent of dampness and rotting leaves, a Corridor between Worlds would appear deep within..

In this Corridor, the peculiar travellers came — not the humans, per se, but not the animals as well. They've been called a furry creatures: some had eyes that glimmered like embers in a hearth, others bore paws clad in silver fur, and some possessed a tail that seemed to move of its own accord. People whispered about them, yet kept their distance: for it was said they brought with them secret songs, uncanny games, and a shadow that could stir into life.

Every year, when the moon was shining in a blood red on the night of Hallowe’en, these beings gathered together. They would open the doors to that very Corridor where time flows differently, and the voices of ancestors murmur through the smoke of the bonfires. There they shared tales, held feasts and ritual dances, while the shadows of old cottages and the spirits of the fields joined in their games.

They say that whoever finds their way to that Gatheringwill never be able to forget it. Because afterwards, even in the ordinary world, echoes of laughter still ring in your ears, and under your paws you sometimes hear the rustle of dry leaves — even on a bare floor..

And now, when the October wind once again howls through the chimneys and the night prepares its riddles, the Corridor opens. Those who dare step inside will meet not just friends — but brothers and sisters from the other side of the moonlit path.

Whoever is brave enough to walk this road will become part of the legend.