Ellaris is a favorite of forests.
The old city, as if frozen in eternity, has been keeping the secrets of centuries and millennia. His narrow, winding streets, paving with cobblestones and places covered with moss, store traces of countless generations of those who passed along them. Huge buildings, rising along these streets, like ancient guards, keep stories that they saw in many years. Each corner of the old city breathes history. The majestic old mansions of the nobility store an echo of magnificent balls and rich festivities. Their huge gardens cover the ground with a lush green blanket, telling stories about the old days. In shady alleys where time slows down, you can hear the noise of the wind that plays with the foliage of old trees. Here, among craft workshops and ancient shops, time seems to stop, enjoying the moment of silence and peace. On small arched bridges, thrown through a narrow winding river, there are different magical creatures - the inhabitants and guardians of the old city. I am sitting in one of the dark lanes. Homeless ... lonely.
About Ellaris is a favorite of forests.
The old city, as if frozen in eternity, has been keeping the secrets of centuries and millennia. His narrow, winding streets, paving with cobblestones and places covered with moss, store traces of countless generations of those who passed along them. Huge buildings, rising along these streets, like ancient guards, keep stories that they saw in m...Read more