Overheard in the Eternal Market
- "Do they sell dreams by the ounce, or do we measure them in grains?"
- "I once saw a pratfall on the moon, and the stars laughed in harmony."
- "Would you like to dance with the shadows of the sun, madame?"
The Elvish Council, hidden for eons within the whispering pines of the Northern Groves, has been called into an unprecedented assembly. Representatives from every cornerstone of these enchanted realms have gathered this week to discuss a pressing matter overshadowed by chiaroscuro shadows and ethereal light.
Sources within the glades say whispers of "a shift in the veils" have prompted the call. It is still unclear as to what form this shift may take, but seers predict a convergence of forgotten ages.
- "Do they sell dreams by the ounce, or do we measure them in grains?"
- "I once saw a pratfall on the moon, and the stars laughed in harmony."
- "Would you like to dance with the shadows of the sun, madame?"
Travelers along the coast of the shimmering Altherian Sea have reported an increase in enigmatic melodies floating upon the salty air. These tunes are outlandishly harmonic, hinting at a maritime congregation unseen to mortal eyes.
Local residents are divided on interpretations, some attributing them to sirens, while others fear a resurgence of sea phantoms.