… Deep within a primeval forest, shrouded in an eternal twilight, lay the domain of Baba Yaga. This forest was unlike any other, a place where time seemed to stand still, and the sun's rays barely penetrated the thick canopy above. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a nocturnal creature. Twisted trees, gnarled and ancient, clawed at the sky, their branches intertwined like skeletal fingers. These trees had stood for centuries, bearing witness to countless secrets and untold stories. Their bark was rough and scarred, a testament to the passage of time and the harshness of the elements. The forest floor was a tangle...