Once upon a time... the place of Mary Lee. A village at the foot of a foothill of the Andes in Colombia. Here, the trail of the student Maximilian Matschnig had been lost. Of all days, it was August 15th. A day when no one departed, but rather came to visit the holy shrine of Maria Lionza. Once upon a time... In a valley at the foot of the Karawanken, named after the goddess Bodh, not far from the fairy meadow, there lay a much-admired little pond. Here, the catastrophe began. A catastrophe that could have been averted if Bodh had not been asleep. If she had remembered her power and had hanged the disrespectful long-distance runner on an imaginary gallows. But as it was, valuable months passed, and help had to be sought from the nearly forgotten ancient peoples. Hadische, Salige, elves, spirits, Frau Perta, that.