Tall delicate trees ringing a mirrored moonlit lake dotted with elves bathing in the rejuvenating sands, the air perfumed by sturdy perennial floral herbs in the boughs and rushes
The twilight at the edge of the Realm rends the cracked salt sands and ancient temple to nothingness, purifying the body and soul as the void picks apart the threads of reality and brings the waning of the year
The bones of ancient mountains roast over dragonfire down to smoking, fragrant coals, the god beings tending to the flames, invigorated by cups of sweet black nectar
Tiers of cliffs tumbling from upland ice spires down to the sea, waterfalls lacing veils upon the rocks, the clarity of ritual and mist of incense of celestial ritual winding through the juniper boughs
A forest pool glowing from the moonlight above and luminescent flora scattered along its banks, waters warm and soft no matter the season, hushed and lingering voices dancing amongst the natural rock temple and waterfalls
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