Ilvyunafein's Clan

The leaves around you whisper in hushed glee, ever out of sight, no matter how quickly you turn to catch the speaker.


As the thickets part, they reveal a mossy path that leads to nowhere in particular. A distant melody beckons you forth, accompanied by the sweet scents of summer flowers, filling your very soul with a soothing, seething song of the surreal.

Somehow, you cannot shake the sinking feeling in your stomach that something isn't right. And yet, with every step towards the light, your worries seem to melt away.

You'll only be a few minutes, you tell yourself.

Left unwatched, the glade grows over the path you left behind.