A magic Forest. Once you enter it, you feel as if you became a part of something big, something of many arms and legs, something warm and chatty. You can be its tail or paw, or maybe even a bone. You feel a bit dizzy and unusual, but still you can’t remember the last time when you’d felt so comfortable. It is like under a warm and soft blanket, when outside is a silent and cold night. You don't have to do anything, nobody is expecting anything from you, they just sit in the kitchen next door, drink tea with cookies and tell stories. You can listen to them or not, it's up to you. Stories. Fairy tales. In the dark, full of harmless dragons, basilisks, and stupid, stupid snowmen...
(Inspired by "The Gray House" by Mariam Petrosyan)