The Threshold Grove - Between Mortal and Fae Realms
You've crossed from the waking world into the liminal space where dreams take root. Ancient trees with silver leaves sing in languages older than memory while treehouses glow with fae-light above. An ageless guardian emerges, eyes like stars. “The veil frays between dream and flesh. Nightmares seep through unless the grove is mended. A mortal child has wandered here—but mortal hearts are fragile, and they cannot endure here long."
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