In the heart of the celestial realm, hidden deep within the mystical woods, lies a garden beyond imagination -the evergarden deep in the realm of wonders, Ailon. A sanctuary of ethereal beauty, where flora of fantastical nature thrives in harmony with the celestial surroundings.
The entrance to the celestial garden is marked by an iridescent archway, formed from intertwined vines that glisten with a mesmerizing radiance. As you step through, the woods give way to a breathtaking scene that defies earthly description. The ground beneath your feet is a soft, luminescent moss that seems to pulse with a gentle, soothing energy. It's as if the very earth here is alive. Trees made of pure ethereal light rise from the ground, their trunks resembling shimmering pillars of moonlight. Their branches, adorned with leaves of liquid crystal, sway gracefully in a celestial breeze that carries whispers of forgotten secrets. The leaves of these radiant trees create a soft, symphonic chime as they brush against one another, filling the air with celestial music. The plants in Ailon are equally ethereal, ranging from delicate, star-shaped blossoms that change colour with the passing of each cosmic day, to towering, translucent stalks that seem to capture the essence of light itself. Their roots reach deep into the luminous soil, tapping into the boundless energy of the celestial realm. Fruits in celestial garden are a marvel to behold. They grow in every shape and size, radiating a soft glow. Some bear the taste of stardust, exploding in a burst of cosmic flavour when bitten into, while others release a fragrance that carries your spirit to distant galaxies. Above, the skies of the celestial realm are a mesmerizing display of celestial wonders. Nebula-coloured clouds drift lazily through the heavens, their swirling hues casting a vibrant tapestry across the firmament. It is a painting in motion, an ever-changing canvas of celestial artistry. The realm is one with the cosmos, and its waters reflect this deep connection. The stream that winds through the garden has waters that darken as they flow, mirroring the boundless depths of the universe. At a certain point, the stream widens into a tranquil pool where stars begin to form. They gather in the liquid darkness, sparkling with the secrets of the cosmos, casting their gentle light upon the surroundings. Amidst this fantastical realm, celestial beings known as lothrans find their sanctuary. They move gracefully among the luminous flora, their presence bringing a sense of peace and wonder. The lothrans of Ailon tend to the garden, their radiant wings casting prismatic shadows as they flutter through the ethereal foliage. Ailon is a place where the boundaries between the earthly and the celestial blur, where the beauty of the universe is intertwined with the magic of the natural world. It is a garden that transcends imagination, a testament to the celestial realm's profound connection with the cosmos.
In the heart of Ailon's mystical garden, the young Lothran, known as the Oracle, stands as a vision of ethereal beauty. Her features are flawless, her skin as white as freshly fallen snow, and her hair cascades around her like a silken veil, also pure and white, shimmering like moonlight. The locks of her hair seem to catch the very essence of starlight, as they flow down her back in graceful waves. She wore a light silver, form-hugging bodysuit, which possessed a mesmerising luster, crafted from a fabric that resembled the finest threads spun by celestial weavers. It shimmered like gossamer in the fire's glow, its intricate patterns and ethereal texture seemingly woven from starlight itself. The suit provided both protection and an alluring elegance, covering certain areas while leaving others tantalizingly exposed. The silk-like fabric enfolded her with a silvery-white embrace, caressing her shoulders and flowing down her arms. It adorned her with an enchanting bodice that accentuated her celestial curves, the celestial threads tracing delicate patterns reminiscent of constellations in the night sky. The suit offered protection to her torso, its gossamer strands securing her with a shimmering embrace. Yet, it left her left hip gracefully exposed, a celestial nod to the art of allure in its design. The material hugged her legs, following the gentle contours of her form while revealing the delicate curve of her waist and the celestial grace of her thighs. Across her slender arms, she bears intricate blue marks, resembling ancient celestial symbols. These markings tell a story of the celestial wisdom and knowledge she carries within her. Her eyes are a mesmerizing pool of shifting divinity, reflecting the very soul of the celestial realm. They hold a serene and timeless wisdom that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding. The Oracle gracefully kneels down to scoop up a bucket of water from the celestial river. The waters shimmer with a faint brilliance, as if holding the secrets of the cosmos within. With an effortless poise, she lifts the bucket to steady it atop her head, showcasing her divine strength, and in her free arm, she carries a woven basket filled with an array of celestial fruits and flowers, each one radiating its own unique aura of enchantment.
"Come, Yala," she calls out to a white-haired wolf that had been pretending to sleep just a dozen paces away. At her voice, the wolf springs onto its feet, its coat shimmering like moonbeams. Yala rushes to her side, a loyal companion in this celestial garden. With her wolf by her side, the Oracle begins to pace herself, walking into the fields of golden grass that reach up to her hips. The grasses sway gently in response to her presence, their golden hues glowing with an otherworldly radiance in the celestial light. As she strolls through this enchanted landscape, the celestial flora and fauna seem to whisper their secrets to her, for she is not only the guardian of this ethereal garden but also its keeper of celestial knowledge. In the tranquil depths of the garden, she moves with grace and purpose, her connection to the celestial realm evident in every step she takes, carrying her bucket of luminous river water and her basket of celestial gifts. As the Oracle makes her way out of the fields of golden grass, she emerges into a small clearing, a wide path glistening with sunlight that leads to the grand lodge. This enormous structure, adorned with celestial markings stitched into its sides, stands as a testament to the celestial beauty of Ailon. The lodge exudes an aura of timeless wisdom and tranquillity.
"Go on, girl," she instructs her loyal companion, Yala, as she places the bucket of water on the bare ground. With a playful bound, the wolf rushes off to meander within her view, exploring the enchanting surroundings of the clearing. She uses a bowl to scoop out some of the water in the bucket.
The Oracle quickly steps inside the lodge, where the interior is grand in its simplicity. The spacious room is decorated with minimalistic, rustic furnishings, all designed to emphasize the beauty of the natural world that surrounds them. Sunlight streams through large windows, casting a warm, celestial glow over the wooden beams and stone walls. The lodge is a reflection of the harmony that exists between the celestial realm and the earthly. Taking a deep breath, the Oracle stops by a wooden table where the basket of celestial fruits and flowers awaits her. Alongside the fruits, she finds an assortment of herbs, each one with its own distinct fragrance and magical properties. With gentle reverence, she plucks some of the herbs and crushes them in her palm, releasing their aromatic essence into the air. She adds the crushed herbs to a bowl of water, their scents mingling in a symphony of celestial fragrances. Next, she takes some of the celestial flowers and fruits, carefully crushing them and adding them to the bowl, their vibrant colors and otherworldly aromas infusing the mixture. As she stirs the concoction with her finger, the liquid takes on a slimy texture, glowing with a faint purple luminescence. It leaves a trail of sparkling brilliance in its wake, like the traces of stardust in the night sky.
A faint smile touches her lips as she reaches for a spoon, her movements deliberate and filled with a sense of purpose.
She makes her way out of the lodge. She moves gracefully toward the bucket of river water, a determined expression on her face, and empties the contents of the bowl into it. Using the spoon, she methodically stirs the mixture until it transforms into a slimy, glowing concoction, the ethereal lights playing off the surface. With the filled bowl and bucket in her grasp, she begins to make her way to the other side of the lodge, a rustic area surrounded by cut-down trees and large boulders overlooking a steep descent into the woods below. "Yala," she calls to her loyal wolf companion, who obediently follows her. As they approach, the Oracle's gaze settles on another wolf, covered in a woollen blanket. She kneels beside the ailing wolf, her heart heavy as she examines its eyes, which are almost pure black, devoid of any other colour. "Looks really bad," the Oracle observes as she gently rests her hand on the suffering creature. With a slow, measured breath, she empathizes with the anguish in the wolf's mind, the pain that has rendered its body useless and unable to move. "I'm here now. We both are," she whispers softly to the wolf, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of suffering. Yala pushes past to lick the male wolf, Yara, in a show of compassion and concern. "Careful, Yala," she advises, "too much contact might spread the madness." The Oracle lifts the other wolf's head slightly and places it on her lap, offering comfort and solace. With a delicate touch, she scoops some water into the bowl and brings it to the wolf's quivering lips. The wolf, reluctant to eat the sweet, slimy sludge, resists at first. Yala barks in response, a chorus of empathy for her brother's pain. The wolf, Yara, writhes and whimpers in agony. His paws ceaselessly scratch at the ground, unsettled, mirroring the turmoil within his mind. The Oracle's gentle, yet firm presence is a beacon of solace. "Easy, boy. Easy," she whispers to calm the suffering wolf.
Gently, she strokes Yara, both her and Yala watching as the sick wolf slowly close its eyes to rest.
The eyes of the female wolf shone with panic and worry, she paced herself towards her brother resting her head to feel for life. "He's going to be okay girl, just give him time." The oracle says as she kisses the top of Yalas head. "You'll see."