Elves

Elves are a magical people of otherworldly grace, living in the world but not entirely part of it. They live in places of ethereal beauty, in the midst of ancient forests or in silvery spires glittering with faerie light, where soft music drifts through the air and gentle fragrances waft on the breeze. Elves love nature and magic, art and artistry, music and poetry, and the good things of the world.
Long before elves existed, Corellon danced from world to world and plane to plane. A being of consummate mutability and infinite grace, Corellon was a god like no other, able to take the form of a chuckling stream, a teasing breeze, an incandescent beam, a cavorting flame, or a crackling bolt of li ghtning. On nothing more than a whim, Corellon's body could become a school of fish, a swarm of bees, or a flock of birds. When consorting with other gods, Corellon often adopted their appearances- male, female , or something else but just as often kept their company in the form of a rose blossom or a delicate doe. Corellon's flamboyant, mercurial personality showed through no matter which form the entity took. Corellon loved whole heartedly, broke oaths without reservation, and took pleasure from every encounter with the other divine beings of the multiverse.
A memory is a curious thing. One can come into consciousness unbidden, evoked by an unexpected scent or the words spoken by a friend. A memory can also be elusive, foiling all attempts to recall it and sometimes remembered only after the hunt is abandoned, like a word on the tip of one's tongue. Some memories pull at the heart, weighing it down and holding it there as an anchor moors a ship. Others buoy it up or make it flutter joyously like the wings of a bird. Some memories lie in wait like predators, ready to leap out when the mind or the heart is vulnerable. Some linger like scars, not always visible but ever-present. Perhaps more so than any other race, elves are familiar with all aspects of memory. From birth, elves don't sleep but instead enter a trance when they need to rest. In this state, elves remain aware of their surroundings while immersing themselves in memories. What an elf remembers during this reverie depends largely on how long the elf has lived, and the events of the lives that the elf's soul has experienced before.
The elves of Paliira are as varied as they are old. An elf's age is difficult to ascertain at a glance, for they do not age as other races do. The most obvious sign of an elf's aging is their eyes. Elves do not have pupils like other humanoids might. Their eyes are much like an eldritch night sky, with glints that resemble stars appearing as they age. The colour of these stars is often the same colour as the primary eye colour of their spouse, though the exact mechanism of this is unknown.