52 - A Dream?

The Forest of Ellora stood as a silent sentinel, a realm cloaked in an ancient tapestry of emerald shadows. Majestic trees, towering at a height of 15 metres, formed an unyielding barrier against the intrusion of sunlight. The forest, like a living fortress, enshrouded a city within its heart—Xeroth, a once-thriving metropolis now abandoned and desolate.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, the Forest of Ellora awakened. Massive trees, their trunks wrapped in mossy tendrils, reached skyward, their colossal branches interwoven to create a ceiling that veiled the forest floor in perpetual twilight. Sunlight, a curious visitor, was held captive beyond this arboreal fortress, casting the woodland realm into an eternal dance of shadows.