Once Irina Sergeeva, an artist and translator from the language of glass into the human language, published on her blog a photo of her shattered Christmas tree ball. And she joked sadly that, apparently, someone hatched from these shells.
Something like this happened: pushing all my plans apart, Pearl was born. She lives on Christmas trees, weaves nests from garlands, feeds on New Year’s wishes – and what she can, she helps to fulfill. Well, she’s still small.