The crossing of the River of the Dead had brought Yana and Elara to a realm unlike any they had ever seen. The air was thick with enchantment, and the landscape shimmered with ethereal hues. But their journey was far from over, for in the distance stood a peculiar sight—a house with chicken legs.
Curiosity piqued, Yana and Elara approached the mystical dwelling. The house, perched on its agile legs, seemed alive, as if it possessed a will of its own. Yana recognized it as the fabled dwelling of Baba Yaga herself—a place known for its wisdom and the guidance it offered to those who sought it.
As they approached, the house turned its gaze upon them. Its eyes, windows that glowed with a warm light, seemed to study their intentions. Yana spoke to the house, her voice carrying across the enchanted air. "House with chicken legs, we seek your counsel and guidance. Will you share your wisdom with us?"