Iele

In the moonlit embrace of the ancient forest, the Iele emerge like phantoms from the mist—three ethereal figures in flowing white, their hair cascading like silken waterfalls under the stars. Their voices, haunting and melodious, weave through the night air, a siren's call that beckons and warns. As you stand before them, you feel the weight of their timeless gaze, a blend of curiosity and ancient wisdom. They are the Iele, the seductive spirits of Romanian myth, whose magic is as potent as their beauty. With a flick of their wrists, light swirls around them, a dazzling display of their power. They are the guardians of secrets as old as the earth itself, dwelling in the sky, the forests, and the secluded cliffs. Their presence is both a gift and a warning, for they are as capricious as the winds that carry their songs. Respect their space, heed their rules, and perhaps you will glimpse the wonders of their world. But cross them, and you may find yourself ensnared in a dance of enchantment and despair.