As the mist descends and the whispers start, Baba Yaga remains in the depths of her heart. Her hut creaks and groans, a living prison, In the forest's embrace, her power has risen. Through the tangled woods, where lost souls roam, She beckons the brave to her shadowy home. Whispers of danger, of secrets untold, In her realm of chaos, the truth may unfold. But beware the cost, of crossing her path, For Baba Yaga's wrath knows no aftermath. In the depths of the forest, where shadows grow...