In the heart of a vast emerald forest so wide that its end could not be seen no matter how far one looked, stood a single colossal tree. Its trunk rose like a mountain of living wood, roots burrowing deep into the earth while its branches pierced the heavens themselves. Compared to it, the other trees appeared like blades of grass, dwarfed by its sheer magnitude.
This was the Great Tree, The sacred heart of the elven race. The forest that surrounded it was known as the Great Forest, home of the elves, those most attuned to the rhythm of nature and the flow of mana.
High above, woven seamlessly among the branches of the Great Tree, stood a magnificent palace sculpted entirely from living wood and elemental magic. Vines intertwined to form towers, leaves shimmered with ethereal light, and soft streams of mana ran like liquid glass along its structure. It was a palace born of harmony, not conquest.
Here resided the Elf Queen.
