"In our room… there hung a strange picture on the wall: a mysterious forest—not a real forest, but the kind you find in a good—oh, so good!—Denise!—fairy tale. And in that forest, two old wise kings with ashy beards and dull crowns. And on the palms of those old men lies a small fairy-tale world. You understand, Denise? A whole world, or maybe just one kingdom. A tiny, but real city—while the forest surrounds it, below the new-born grass—and people, I suppose, are so very small that only the sharp and kind eyes of those wise kings can see them." But are the ones holding this kingdom kind? A fairy tale that turns into a nightmare.