The sun hung high in the sky, sun rays falling upon a sacred land kissed by myth and memory.
Below, an enormous emerald ring sprawled across the landscape like a crown laid upon the head of the world—its centerpiece, a shimmering cerulean lake so still it seemed like a mirror to the heavens. Towering cliffs encircled the verdant plain, their stone faces carved by time and wind, standing like ancient sentinels guarding a forgotten realm.
Lush meadows unfurled in gentle waves around the lake, stitched with winding paths and scattered trees that basked in the golden light. The entire ring pulsed with life, serene and untouched—like a hidden paradise suspended between sky and earth.
