A path, a fortress, a house

This path grows more green or less, depending on the weather. And depending on the green, the destination changes? Follow the emerald road . . .



There was once a grim cliff fortress, full of smeltings and clangings and wailing and moanings. And then . . . the wheel of fortune turned and the smelters and clangers took off for other parts, and the wailing and moaning ceased. In the shadow of the abandoned fortress, pastoral life resumed. The children explore abandoned cells and passageways and h...