The wildlife of the peaks reflected its magical surroundings. Tiny, four-winged birds darted between flowers, their movements a blur of iridescent color. Small, deer-like creatures with velvety fur and antlers that glowed faintly grazed on the vibrant grass, their existence so serene they seemed like spirits of the peaks themselves. Even the insects were a marvel—beetles with shells like lustrous gemstones and butterflies whose wings pulsed with an ethereal light.
The higher they climbed, the more surreal the beauty became. The air itself felt charged with life, a gentle tingling sensation on their skin. Arpious paused to gaze at the horizon, her sharp eyes tracing the patterns of floating islands and their cascading waterfalls. "It's like this place remembers what it once was," she said softly, a rare smile gracing her lips.
