I grew up in the shadow of my mother’s stories from Red Hill, a tiny village near a lake outside Szczecin, but it was my grandfather who truly shaped my world. His tales, his laughter, and his quiet sadness became the rhythm of my childhood, until the day I asked him about the little people in the woods and he answered with a truth that changed everything. Now, years later, I find myself standing at the edge of the same lake, wrestling with the secrets he left behind and the family wounds that never quite healed.