TW: Torture
The weather should have been nice.
In fact, it was perfect.
A soft breeze moved through the air, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the floating gardens nearby. Sunlight filtered through the translucent canopy of enchanted branches, scattering gentle green light across the grounds.
Small birds hopped along the woven vines above the venue, their feathers shimmering like precious stones. Even the distant lakes reflected the sky so clearly that it looked like patches of polished glass.
It was the kind of day elves dreamed of.
The kind of day that felt handpicked by nature itself.
And the venue, despite being built in a rush, still radiated elven beauty. Arches grown from living trees curved over the ceremonial path, decorated with fresh blossoms that hummed with spiritual energy. Lantern fruit hung overhead, glowing softly. The entire structure seemed alive, breathing blessings of fertility, harmony, and long life.
