บท 222: Song

As dawn broke over the valley of Elderglow, the first light danced across fields of ethereal flowers, each bloom glowing faintly as if catching fire with the sun's touch. The valley had been asleep for centuries, hidden beneath a thick fog that legends said only lifted once every thousand years. This was a place few had ever laid eyes upon, a land spoken of in quiet whispers and old songs, where the trees were older than memory and rivers ran with water as clear as glass.