“Marzena entered the cemetery as she used to do every year during the Dziady period. She brought honey, flowers and candles. Some did so to tame evil spirits, but she came here so that her parents and beloved grandmother find their way in the darkness of death. Chill on her shoulder troubled her, it was full of anger, but strangely familiar. She did not know that on this particular day, Jadwiga, her grandmother, came to protect her, unaware that every moment with living beings she drains their lives. And so love breaking through the veil of death was found, but at what cost? “