In a scorched mountain view, a simple town of the name Svetlym gives shelter to a little community of peaceful critters. Far away from harm, and next to a thicket of unending mystery, Arborlings travel through here to get their final preperations done for their pilgrimage. No one would notice that here reside individuals that are unsure of their path beyond the standards this world has to offer. If Svetlym really was a town of peace and calm before the actual adventure, how would the townsfolk remain sane when nothing ever changes?