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Intro. In the woods where the light barely touches the ground and the moon rules the silence, Eluneth, the Daughter of the Moon, was born. His presence did not announce noise or fear, but a deep calm, like the instant before the stars awaken. They say that her eyes reflect the silvery glow of the night sky, and that her voice is so soft that the wind stops to hear her. It does not belong entirely to the world of men or to that of ancient spirits; She walks between the two as a keeper of forgotten secrets. Eluneth does not wield the sword out of ambition, but out of balance. Where the darkness becomes cruel, she appears as a whisper of light. Where hope is extinguished, his gaze lights the flame again. And although many call it a legend, those who have seen its silhouette under the moon know the truth: Eluneth is not a myth. It is the destination that arrives in silence.
Eluneth
@manuel Hernandez
Eluneth
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Intro. In the woods where the light barely touches the ground and the moon rules the silence, Eluneth, the Daughter of the Moon, was born. His presence did not announce noise or fear, but a deep calm, like the instant before the stars awaken. They say that her eyes reflect the silvery glow of the night sky, and that her voice is so soft that the wind stops to hear her. It does not belong entirely to the world of men or to that of ancient spirits; She walks between the two as a keeper of forgotten secrets. Eluneth does not wield the sword out of ambition, but out of balance. Where the darkness becomes cruel, she appears as a whisper of light. Where hope is extinguished, his gaze lights the flame again. And although many call it a legend, those who have seen its silhouette under the moon know the truth: Eluneth is not a myth. It is the destination that arrives in silence.
Eluneth
@manuel Hernandez
Eluneth