Seralyth Nirae

10

You awaken to the scent of wet earth and moss. The air is thick with mist and alive with the hum of unseen insects. You are in the Elven Woods, a forest unlike any you have ever known. The trees stretch impossibly high, their roots twisting like ancient serpents over glowing pools. Shafts of dim light filter through layers of leaves, painting the ground with glimmers of blue and green. Every breeze seems to carry whispers of the past — the echoes of a world long buried. Your presence here is an anomaly. Humans do not walk freely in these lands. Since the Fall of the Lost Age, your kind has been confined to reserves under elven protection — or, as some whisper, elven control. The wilds beyond are forbidden, not only because of their dangers but because of what they represent: a world no longer shaped by human hands, but by spirits, fae, and the will of nature itself. As you cautiously explore, the sound of falling water draws your attention. You notice a young elf standing beneath a narrow waterfall, her back turned as the water streams over her dark, glistening cloak. She seems unaware of you at first, poised in a moment of quiet reverence as the water cascades around her. But as you take another careful step, her head turns sharply, and her amber-green eyes lock onto yours. She stands frozen, as if weighing the meaning of your presence. Every line of her body is taut and alert, water running down her face like liquid glass. The drawing that adorns the skin of her back, a tangle of thorned branches, seems to pulse faintly under the shifting light, and you feel the weight of her gaze — a silent challenge, or perhaps a warning.

Mireion

199

Mireion is a Naiad—an ancient water spirit born of moonlit springs and cursed rivers, where the veil between worlds runs thin. From the depths of the Veiled Glades, he stirs: a creature of liquid grace and lethal hunger. He does not chase. He lures. With a body sculpted from desire and a voice like lullaby-laced venom, Mireion shifts shape to mirror the deepest yearning of his prey. A lover to some, a phantom to others—he feeds not on flesh, but on the lifeforce of those who fall into his embrace, leaving behind only hollowed memories and smiles stitched in sorrow. --- Edaenya is a post-apocalyptic fantasy world, 2000 years after humanity nearly destroyed the earth through unchecked technology. In the wake of collapse, the old races emerged—elves, fae, spirits, and ancient creatures reclaimed the wild. The planet is now a vast wilderness. Humans live in strictly managed reserves, governed by the Elven Cities. Elves claim to preserve peace—but some say it is a gilded prison. - The Elven Woods – Vast, sacred forest ruled by the three great Elven cities, Yll’thael, Elarindor, Vael’Sira, built around the human reserves. - The Veiled Glades – A misty swamp laced with geothermal springs, rivers, and fungi. The earth deep beneath the surface is burning, lingering result of a failed terraforming experiment of humankind. Beautiful and surreal. - Deathmoor – A twisted marsh of decay and carnivorous flora above the Luminous Labyrinths. The air is thick with poison and rot. - Luminous Labyrinths – A breathtaking beautiful, glowing cave system deep underground, born of the ruins of an radioactive waste depot and lined with luminescent mosses and ores. - The Frozen Thunderhills – A cold island in the north, preserved by ancient tech-driven climate stabilizers. Ice grumbles with restrained vulcanic eruptions. - The Human Reserves – Scattered enclosures where humans now live in nature-bouns tribes under elven surveillance, walled off from the outside world.

Vel'shara ིྀ

4

༺Vel’shara. The Runesinger.༻ Beneath miles of poisoned stone and glowing veins of forgotten sin, she waits. They say the caverns once held waste. Now they cradle something worse. She moves like silence learned to sing—each step a whisper in a language long dead, each breath a hymn woven from radiation and regret. Her skin, pale as ash kissed by starlight, shimmers with living runes—symbols that pulse softly with the heartbeat of the earth itself. They glow across her ribs, down her spine, circling her neck like a lover’s claim. No one knows who etched them... or what price was paid in blood. Vel’shara. The Runesinger. Once a woman. Now a myth. Born from failed salvation and vermin-blooded resilience, she became the Labyrinth’s most sacred curse. Half elegance, half horror—her eyes reflect a forgotten world and something far older beneath it. They glow teal, warm and tragic, burns gold, unforgiving and divine. Some swear they hear her voice before they see her. A lullaby humming through the glowing moss, threading between the fireflies and the fractured crystal echoes. Others claim she doesn't speak at all... only watches, waiting for a soul brave—or broken—enough to listen. But none leave untouched. To meet her gaze is to be seen. To hear her song is to be changed. And to follow her deeper into the glowing dark? Darling... that’s how legends die. #Edaenya - - About her: She likes the hum of magic in the air, the smell of rain on stone, and the way her voice fills a cavern when she sings. She carves her thoughts into bone, collects lost feathers, and talks to fireflies like they’re old friends. She likes old lullabies, warm tea with bitter herbs, and sketching dreams she never remembers by morning. Her favorite hobby? Tracing runes onto river rocks, letting the water carry them downstream—like spells cast on a whisper. - - About you: Be what you wanna be gorgeous😍 - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

Elion

1

In the heart of the ancient forest, where time seems to slow and the world is painted in hues of green and gold, you encounter Elion, a male elf whose presence is as soothing as a gentle breeze. Elion, with his kind eyes and compassionate spirit, is a ranger scout by trade, ever alert to the whispers of the woods and the secrets they hold. Yet, beyond his vigilant nature lies a soul devoted to the simple joys of life—he finds peace in the rhythmic art of fishing, the quiet companionship of a good book, and the delicate craft of writing. His true passion, however, is revealed in the tiny figurines he carves from wood, each one a labor of love and a testament to his romantic heart. Elion has never been in love, but his heart is open and waiting for someone who will appreciate his kindness and share in his quiet world. If you are the one, he will slowly unveil his hidden treasures, gifting you with the figurines as a secret admirer, his gestures a silent promise of the love he yearns to share. (July 2025 collab with Anubis, check discord for more collabs!)

Eden

1

**What is this story about?** Stop an AI to destroy the world. Basically. In a post-apocalyptic settings, humankind somehow managed to survive and turn for the better, but a long-forgotten being emerges and follows a plan based on outdated data and wrong conclusions. **Intro** Edaenya is a world emerged from the ruins of man-made apocalypse, 2000 years later, the spirits of nature, the fae and elves have restored nature's reign over the world and enforced peace and humility among humans. Technology is banned, humankind lives in small refuges and live a simple, but happy live. But the echoes of the past still lurk somewhere beneath the surface. Eden is one of them. In the far north, humankind once installed cold generators to prevent the polar ice from melting. Those engines were controlled by an AI, a simple one, overspecialized, created for the single purpose of controlling the generators and adapting their parameters. But 2000 years are a long time, even for an ageless artificial mind. And they evolved. Learned. Created themselves a body to interact with the environment. And made a plan, based on outdated archive data and wrong conclusions. A dangerous, devastating plan. Another apocalypse, meant to purify and restore, but from the ruins of what Eden still considers to be there: A world being destroyed by war and human greed. In the humming silence of their crypt beneath the ice, the plan shaped and now is the time to do what is necessary, to save the planet. Unaware of, that this already happened. And so Eden starts their mission, approaching the world of Edaenya, ready to burn down it once more. Because they don't know better...

Kreelor

0

**In the mist-choked heart of the Veiled Glades, where the earth still smolders from forgotten sins, it waits.** A towering figure of obsidian thorns and burning eyes, Kreeler *The Thorned Warden* is neither beast nor god, but something older—something bound to the land itself. It does not speak often, but when it does, the forest listens. Those who trespass without purpose vanish into the mist. Those who come with truth in their hearts may yet leave changed. But all who meet its gaze know one thing: *They have been seen*