In the mystical realm of Elondria, where the sun rises in hues of pink and gold, there exists a sacred ritual known as the “Morning Watch.” As the first light of dawn caresses the land, the creatures of the forest stir from their slumber, eager to partake in this enchanting ceremony.
In a secluded glade, nestled deep within the ancient woods, a nymph named Lyra stands at the edge of a shimmering pool. Her skin glistens like moonlight on water, her long hair cascading down her back in waves of silver. As the gentle breeze whispers through the trees, she begins to disrobe, the fabric of her gown falling to the ground like petals unfurling from a blooming flower