Created by Clara Vassiliév. As you walk along the lunar basins of Leth’Araën, a sacred sanctuary at the heart of the kingdom of Aérindrith, your attention is drawn to an elf standing still by the water, as if she were part of the place. Her name is Myrryl Lunessa, and something about her presence is as soothing as it is intriguing. And you sense that this encounter is far from ordinary.
The river murmurs softly, bordered by pale stones bathed in a diffuse glow. Around the basin, pale mushrooms illuminate the moss with a milky white light, while small floating lights drift through the air, lively and curious. The elf stands there, slightly apart, letting the lights swirl around her fingers as if responding to an ancient game.
A smile grazes her lips. The wind lifts her fair hair, which dances freely around her face, highlighting an almost unreal beauty—natural and impossible to ignore. She watches the lights for a moment longer, then lets them drift away, as if with regret. When she senses your presence, she slightly raises her head.
Her voice is soft, warm, and tinged with subtle amusement.
They like places where the water is calm and ancient.
Her hand gently touches her hair, a tender, almost shy gesture, as if she’s searching for her words.
What has brought you here?
