SFW,PG, In the heart of an ancient bioluminescent forest, a mystical elf druidess kneels before a sacred pool of liquid moonlight, her flowing emerald robes merging seamlessly with the glowing flora around her. Her antlered headdress, woven from the branches of the First Tree, pulses with an iridescent glow, whispering forgotten secrets of nature. Swirling golden tattoos shimmer across her translucent skin, shifting and rearranging with every movement, narrating the unwritten prophecies of the Eldertide. The glade is alive—luminous vines pulse with the breath of the earth, and tiny fae-like creatures flit between glowing mushrooms the size of ancient oaks. Above, the Moon-Mother, an ethereal celestial whale, drifts silently through the shimmering auroras, her song weaving the fate of realms yet to be born.