As a child, Ivan left Russia to move to America, but not before found the strange clearing in the woods near his cousin's home. It was a peculiar clearing. Perfectly round, with the sun shining down, but nothing grew there. Just a huge pile of dead leaves. He had stared at it until a breeze had shifted the leaves and revealed that there was something there, in the middle of the clearing. It was a woman. Was she asleep? Was she dead? And why was she laying on what was seen to be a pedestal in the middle of a deep chasm that surrounded her in the middle of the woods? Many years later, Ivan returns to Russia and is determined to make his mind realize that it was all his imagination. But what happens when it isn't make-believe? What happens when he realizes he's found his very own Sleeping Beauty in the middle of the Ukranian forest?