What does she dream about on the last night of summer? About the generosity of autumn, which will bring a harvest of new acquaintances and fateful meetings.

She arrived to the sacred land of Mystras from the faraway continent of Ogriy, but very soon, she was no longer a stranger. Her feats of valor in the dark passages of Limbo have made the genies shake their heads in admiration. The Calips lavishes the beauty with presents, while the gossiping mandrakes from Dindaat Forest can only bite their (poisonous) tongues.

The balloon, put together by the gnomes, is so laden with presents that it barely made it up into the sky. It’s time to jettison the ballast - release some of the presents to descend straight to the doorways of the unsuspecting inhabitants of Ogriy!