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Suddenly is there all different. Shadows, that were warm and peaceful, are
now cold and scared... light, that was warm and sensible, has become
sbooky, mysterious and disturbing...there are old ruins of castle and
danger to become a somnabulist.
Korraga on koik vastupidi. Varjud, mis enne olid kylmad ja kartlikud, on 
nyyd soojad ja rahulikud... valgus, mis oli enne soe ja m6istlik.. on 
muutunud kummituslikuks, salaparaseks ja meeli erutavaks...siin on vanad
lossivaremed ja oht jaada kuuhaigeks.