Odnazhdy prisnivshijsya son... Odnazhdy sbyvshayasya nadezhda... I etot mir izmenitsya, otkroetsya vtoraya ego storona, gde na nebe svetit golubaya luna, a v igry nevozmozhno vyigrat", gde mozhno najti smysl zhizni i razobrat"sya v svoih chuvstvah... Bogi i printsessy, sozdateli i fantazii, fantomy i hrizany, obychnye lyudi-no v neobychnom mire. Golosa v temnote, ozhivayuschie pesni, nesbytochnye nadezhdy, bezrassudnye zhelaniya... Etot mir-tsarstvo vechnoj zimy. Zdes" rassvet nikogda ne nastanet. Mir Bogini, lishennoj lyubvi, Mir, gde serdtse eyo ne ottaet. This book was created using print-on-demand technology.