Deep within the ancient, fractured forests of Eastern Europe, a silent specter stands vigil. A solitary dark stallion is silhouetted against a rising tide of mountain fog. Above him, the steep, pine-choked slopes fade into an imposing wall of stone and ice. In this labyrinth of mist and shadow, visibility drops to mere feet. The forest is quiet, yet every sense is alert. For the lone traveler, survival depends entirely on knowing when to step into the light, and when to vanish into the fog.
