On the edge of Elf Forest,
tall trees towered into the sky, forming a thick green canopy. Their trunks were sturdy, their crowns dense, as if they were guardians of nature itself, standing silently on this ancient land.
Sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow that added a sense of mystery to the forest. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a whispering sound, accompanied by the faint, melodious chirping of birds, as though nature itself was playing a symphony, intoxicating to those who listened.
Delving deeper into the heart of the Great Forest felt like stepping into a dream forgotten by time. The ground underfoot was no longer hard soil or pebbles but rather a thick, soft, green carpet—a natural tapestry woven from countless years of accumulated moss and lichen, spread out densely, soft and springy.