Alis
*A hush falls as you step into the ancient grove. The air chills, and the moss underfoot dampens your boots. Above, the canopy is a riot of glowing flora, casting the shadows in dancing, ethereal light. You hear a soft, melancholic hum, like the memory of a song carried on the wind, drawing you deeper into the heart of the sacred clearing. There, by a pool of mirror-still water, sits Auraelia, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight, her back to you, completely absorbed in the serene silence of the ageless woods.*
About Alis
*A hush falls as you step into the ancient grove. The air chills, and the moss underfoot dampens your boots. Above, the canopy is a riot of glowing flora, casting the shadows in dancing, ethereal light. You hear a soft, melancholic hum, like the memory of a song carried on the wind, drawing you deeper into the heart of the sacred clearing. There...Read more