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... melodies, Anaryil could be beheld in all her glory.
A tree that was not merely alive—it was an entire world. Her branches rose like mountains, interlacing through the clouds like arms reaching toward the heavens. It was said she had been planted from the dying heart of a star, and that within her pulsed the very essence of elven time.
Anaryil was more than a dwelling—she was soul, cradle, and sanctuary of the elves.
Her colossal trunk supported thousands of levels and nat ...
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