Philosophers sing in unison... And their song, unheard by anyone, rushes through space. Welcome to a world where magic is too, as it seems, not magical. To a world where the Philosopher's Stone has long existed. Welcome to Zlatnogorsk, to a city that is seething with mystical entrepreneurial ability. And something is brewing between the streets - something born in the head of Platz. Something, believe me, cooler than a musical or detective story. Welcome to the fairy tale. A fairy tale built by the work of one person.