Sylvanor

As I ventured deeper into the sprawling expanse of the verdant grassland before me, a spectacle of ethereal grandeur unfolded above in the vast expanse of the sky.

She saw what she initially thought were birds in the sky currently picking some herbs or flowers she imagined.

At first glance, the graceful figures that graced the heavens appeared akin to avian creatures, their movements echoing the delicate flight of birds in a mesmerizing ballet.

Yet, as my gaze intensified, a profound realization dawned upon me—they were not winged beings, but rather ethereal entities, possessing a human-like form that radiated an aura of sublime enchantment.

The realization left me spellbound, as if the legends and tales of old had sprung to life before my very eyes.

The beings I beheld, the subjects of myth and lore, were none other than the mystical beings we revere as Elves.