Imagine: on the diamond surface of the sky, where the clouds have tightly surrounded the throne like an Izbirov mitten, sits a Bernese Mountain Dog. His woolen mantle shines, saturated with the rays of the pale moon, and his eyes, like two sparkling meteors, follow the dance of the elements. In the pauses between the thunderclaps, you can hear a velvety whisper when he, majestic and calm, orders the flotilla of clouds to regroup - his every gesture is impeccably precise and simply magical.
A powerful paw easily holds a Palmyra relic - a magic wand that seems to have been created to draw wind and light with a pen. Under his skillful guidance, the capricious wind weaves a symphony of sounds, and delicate snowflakes dance in his honor. When you enter this magical world, you feel that the grandeur of nature and mysticism have merged into one whole, and you involuntarily believe in the extraordinary power of this dog, the ruler of weather and time.