Sefarim Changing

Deep within the Moon Pavilion in the elven capital of Trinia.

The day was clearly still early, but this natural structure of hard aerial roots and vines which formed at the foot of the titanic Moon Tree was exceedingly dark.

That might not be exactly correct, however—if one were to really describe it, it was the same as being shrouded in night.

The fruits that were growing inside the Moon Tree itself was quietly spreading the moonlight stored in the leaves, keeping the air in the Moon Pavillon serene and sacred.

A small lake could be found at the center of the Moon Pavilion, its waters reflecting the slightly radiant fruits that were as numerous as the stars in a night.

And at the moment, a group of wood elves was sitting on the edge of the lake and watching the surface worriedly.

If one could see through the starry reflection of the lake's surface, they would find a dainty figure floating over its waters.