Nests of Chimeras. Chronicles of Ovëtganna

Every story told twice (say, in the morning and in the evening, or at the beginning of spring and at the end of autumn, or aloud and on paper) is already two different stories. And if every person is allowed to have doubles—a mirror one, and the one that watches our dreams—why shouldn't a book written in reality about events that happened in a dream have such doubles? It turns out that the tale of the Nests of Chimeras has been told twice, equal to the number of magical winds of Khomana that poisoned the storyteller's blood. You have received the story told at night, when the time of the wind named Ovëtganna comes; a story recorded in white chalk on a black board. You have been fortunate.