In the village Under the Snow, the Goblins live by their own laws and rules. Adorned with water lilies, they dance on the river Bilchima hoik hoik hoik... Hoik, until someone rebels.

Every revolution commits its own crime: It dreams awake. Winners and losers pull the rope until it breaks. Their loneliness belongs to them... Oblivion was merciful to both. It delivered them to the poets!...

Finally, something will happen... said the young Goblin girl, not yet knowing that she would make the most important decision of her life...