[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: ???]
It was a vast, open expanse—so wide it felt almost empty. Plains stretched outward in every direction, the grass a dull and exhausted green, as though its color had long ago been leeched away by time. The land did not feel dead, exactly, but it seemed to have had endured too much.
Here and there, patches of trees stood scattered without pattern or care, as if they had simply given up on standing together.
Against that emptiness, a single figure moved.
A long, faded brown cloak was drawn tightly around their form, its edges tugged at by the cold wind. The garment obscured everything beneath it. It was difficult to tell whether the one walking was man or woman, young or old. Only their movement betrayed them.
They did not hesitate.
