The first book of an enchantingly beautiful fantastic saga, an ode to Nature and the power of gentleness in the face of brutality.

All Séléna retained from her past as an adopted child is her name and a mysterious mark in the shape of a crescent moon in the hollow of her wrist. Irina claims she can read the stars, incessantly consults her divinatory tarot, and creates magic figurines from tree bark.
They have nothing in common, but when they find themselves stuck in Slovenia, in a strange house hidden in the depths of a park full of centenary trees, they realize their encounter is anything but chance.