Elf Country Tirion,
The first ray of morning sunlight, gentle as a slender thread, pierced through the thin mist, lightly brushing over the slumbering earth, waking the sleeping creatures within the forest.
Clear and melodious bird calls sounded like music from the heavens, echoing through the trees, weaving together as a morning chorus of nature, announcing the arrival of a new day.
Dewdrops adorned the tips of vibrant green leaves, shimmering like pearls on emeralds, glowing translucent under the touch of the first sunlight. They became increasingly dazzling, until they could no longer withstand the warmth, trembling gently before elegantly sliding off the leaf tips and into the soft soil below, nourishing the land.
