Dima Link

  It was a dense forest—so dense that it remained dark even during the day. Alice was struck by this shift in the forest’s mood—and in her own. The woods were both fairytale-like and dark. Everything here was shrouded in shadow, and everything was green—as if it were all a dream about a forest. “What a forest!” Alice thought, and nearly said it out loud—though it wouldn’t have mattered, as there was no one else around.

  And now it was time to choose where to go. Another module was ending. Alice in the Park – to Mushroom Valley Alice was making up her mind. She would go to Mushroom Valley. There were magical, enormous mushrooms there. Beautiful and large. Alice knew it. It was as if she had been in a dream and had seen this place before. But she had long forgotten about it. Large mushrooms. With red caps. It was a beautiful sight for the eyes.

  A field, autumnal. Alice walks along a path. The path leads her on and on. The field is orange and dark yellow. These are dried leaves and grass. The path is clearly long. And magical. Because it's long and seemingly the same length.

  Alice is still walking across this field. And her sixth sense begins to tell her that something else is coming. Alice has steeled herself for patience. She continues to walk confidently and leisurely. There's no need to hurry. She thinks it won't rain. And nothing bad will happen to her here. She won't fall through. And the road won't disappear. And the field, too, will remain here for all eternity.

  This field seems enchanted. That's what Alice began to think. Think about it. The field is long. It's hard to tell how long you've been walking along it. Everything is the same. As if a fragment is repeating itself. Dry grass all around. It's good that at least you can see someone here sometimes.

  Alice walked along this boring autumn path. Now she's absolutely sure it's autumn. Now it's autumn here. And back then – it was summer after all. Or maybe it was still warm. Yes, the weather here is very interesting. For Alice – definitely interesting. And she must keep walking along the path. And she'll end up somewhere. She even knows where now. Thanks to her friend. It's a mushroom. The one who told her. There's a fork in the road further on. The ant village or the mushroom valley.

  Alice continues walking along this autumn path. Now she's absolutely certain that this is an autumn field. But you can't say it will be like this in the future. And beyond that, there could be a summer forest. Alice is absolutely certain of that. Here's the path. And she's going forward. Or backward. It depends on how you look at it. That's what Alice thinks. She's a very smart girl, after all.

  Alice walked across a field. The road continued. A dry field. Already dry. And a breeze. Sometimes it blew stronger. It seemed like the climate was slightly different here. But only slightly. That you couldn't tell right away. It was a field. Open space. So, Alice thought. And she walked on.

  The road was wide. And everywhere there was a field. Alice was already tired of this field. Not since she said goodbye to the caterpillar. She hadn't seen anyone else here. It seemed like a couple of small flies flew past. Someone buzzed here and there in the grass. Just a couple of times.

  Alice walks along a wide path. And around her is a field. So vast. And it seems endless. Like an ocean or a sea. Yellow grass. And dry twigs. Rising up. These aren't grass anymore, but simply dry yellow or orange twigs. Brown. Reddish. Gray. Brown.