In the twilight haze of my dream, I met Lorathil.
Soft hues of lavender and gold wove through the air, painting the landscape with a strange beauty.
As I wandered through this unfamiliar place, a figure emerged from the mist—
The Elven Gatekeeper, my previous incarnate, stood before me. She was tall and slender. Her long, silvery hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, shimmering with every subtle movement. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald. They sparkled with an inner light, reflecting the stars and the mysteries of the universe. It was as if she could see through the very fabric of reality, discerning truths that lay hidden to others. Her gaze was both gentle and piercing, offering comfort and unspoken wisdom.
Her robes— finest silks and adorned with intricate patterns of leaves and vines flowed around her, the colors shifted with the light, blending seamlessly with her fair skin.
