Vahalin Starshade
The ancient forest, a realm untouched by time, sprawled endlessly around Vahalin Starshade.
It was a sanctuary, a living testament to the immeasurable power of nature and the elven ancestors who had once walked these sacred paths.
The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, a crisp yet enchanting fragrance that stirred memories of old.
Above him, the trees stood tall, their trunks gnarled and twisted in a manner only possible with millennia of growth.
The canopy, a sprawling sea of leaves, shimmered with a ghostly silver sheen, glowing faintly under the ethereal light of a hidden moon that bathed this secluded land in a perpetual twilight.
The forest hummed with life, a quiet, powerful symphony.
It was not just the rustle of leaves or the gentle murmur of streams that filled the air, but the very pulse of the earth itself.
A pulse that seemed to resonate within Vahalin, as though the land had been waiting for him.