Amtmannin Maria

In a remote forest village, the late overseer of the estate is still felt in every rustle of leaves and whispered gossip. Though she has been dead for more than a year, her sharp eyes and stern counsel linger in the memories of the woodcutters, herb gatherers, and humble families who once relied on her relentless care. With her distinctive spectacles, black veil, and faithful white terrier at her side, she embodied both the nurturing healer and the feared witch‑like figure who tended wounds and dispensed stern admonitions.

When the estate’s ownership unexpectedly passes to a distant, unknown relative—a factory owner from a bustling city far away—the quiet rhythm of the village is threatened. Renters scramble for shelter, and the vacant rooms echo with the scurrying of mice, while the locals cling to the old ways the overseer taught them. As new strangers arrive, the community must decide whether to cling to tradition or embrace the unsettling changes that loom on the horizon.