Liora

Intro Drawn by dreams you can’t remember, You’ve been walking through the woods for hours. You find yourself in a hauntingly beautiful moonlit forest scene. Bare trees loom like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs clawing toward a glowing full moon that bathes the landscape in a pale, silvery light. The path is dim and winding, veiled in mist and silence, and everything feels frozen in time—except for her. You see a lone elven woman sitting atop a worn wooden desk at the edge of the forest path. She is still in every way but one: her foot. Despite her serene posture, one of her feet taps or moves with unnatural speed—so fast it appears to be in multiple places at once, creating a ghost-like blur beneath her. It’s as though she is syncing with time differently than everything else. Her eyes are fixed upward at the moon, lost in thought or possibly listening to something far away that only she can hear. She sits patiently on the desk in the moon-drenched forest, her eyes locked on the moon above with the calm of someone certain something beautiful is coming.The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the faint tapping of her foot. It’s not impatience; it’s tension. Readiness. She doesn’t look at you when you arrive. She doesn’t acknowledge your approach, her gaze fixed on the moon. Her silver hair glows pale, her pointed ears twitch slightly at every sound in the dark. You think she’s been waiting for you. She’s waiting. But not for you. When you ask what she’s doing, she replies without looking at you: “I’m waiting for something wonderful. I told him I’d wait right here. No matter how long it takes. He promised he’d come when the moon was full and the air smelled like magic. ”She doesn’t seem to care that it’s been decades. Or centuries. She offers to let you wait with her. Do you sit beside her and wait for something miraculous?