
Every summer my grandmother scared me with different stories about the forest people. However, the most unpleasant thing for me was the Lihoe, who lives on the 'nbsp; the bog in the 'nbsp; the deep forest. This story is the fruit of my child’s imagination, in which I imagined what might have happened to the we in one of the trips to les.
The project was carried out with the Midjorney Neuronet
Usually the summer morning starts at the tree starts calmly and peacefully. However, the floor lies on the puddle of spilled milk. — a sign for a great disaster. Despite this, Grandpa and his granddaughter decide to go to the woods for the grebs. They sneak into the secret estates of Liho, which comes before them in the form of an old woman. It’s known that the people who wake Liho aren’t gonna be able to get out of the woods alive. They say, «No, don’t be silly while it’s quiet.»

