In the heart of a land untouched by the tick of time, nestled a place called Eldergrove. Here, the trees whispered secrets and the sky held on to hues of twilight, even in the midday sun. Among these aged giants, a circle of stones lay hidden beneath a canopy of emerald leaves and vivid flowers, their petals the color of daydreams.
Once, long ago, it was said a portal to unimaginable realms resided within this circle. Legends tell of creatures with laughter like music and lands where gravity took a holiday. But as with all wonders, they faded into the tapestry of forgotten history, leaving only echoes in the laughter of the stream nearby.
One mist-laden morning, catalyst of dreams and whims of chance, a child named Elowen wandered into the grove. She was a girl with a crown of daisies in her hair and secrets in her smile. She approached the stones, now covered in a thick layer of dew, where a strange hum vibrated softly beneath her feet.
As she reached out to touch the stones, the air shimmered, revealing the outline of her silhouette within the great circle, fleeting as a breath on a glass pane. With a gentle push, the stones parted, allowing her passage into the unknown. What awaited her was a realm of wonders untold and mysteries yet woven into the fabric of time.