A Gentle Touch

The mornings were also beautiful in the Elysium Plains. There was no discernible sun in the sky, but the light was heavy and bright, its warmth spilling across an endless stretch of rolling greenery.

Dew clung to the blades of grass, glistening like scattered diamonds, while a crisp, fragrant breeze rustled through the canopies of tall, ancient trees. The sky was with cotton-white clouds drifting lazily above, while the large and spectacularly shaped trees designed the resplendent Region.

Here, high upon the floating terraces of the Elysium Region, the world was a perfect harmony of nature and civilization. People from most Regions also knew this. Because of how attuned they were with Divinity, they were more advanced than the other Regions.

To show the adept beauty of this Region, everywhere one looked, there were displays of polished white stone woven through lush fields and sloping hills, connecting towns that seemed sculpted from the very land itself.