We have been traveling high, in a cloud-kissed realms where the mist is thick. Thick enough to carry ancient knowledge, the kind forgotten long ago. It is a place where the air feels alive, filled with whispers and tiny sparks floating around. It is unsettling... Suddenly "pouff", a door appears before us. We have found it: the passage to the Boons World. It cracks and opens. Little green hands and a gentle note pinned to the pink wood invite us to step inside... Our heads spin as we enter...

As we regain our senses, our eyes slowly adapt to the strange, luminous light that encircles us. The landscape is soft. Generous grass against a backdrop of squishy and misty mountains. We hear small footsteps… "pim pouc, pam, pim, pim". Almost like a melody.

And here they are! The Boons! Two, then three come forward to welcome us. They are the guardians of the door, and most importantly, the guardians of the Boons World. Each of them carries a different aura: either magic, either witchery, either luck, or just a little holiness. They have been chosen by the other Boons to welcome visitors, and so we are grateful for their presence. In this realm of gentle mystery, they will guide us along the path that leads beyond the squishy mountains, beyond the land of Holy Smoke.

Now, let me introduce you to our guides in this tale: