Artaris was like a city interlaced with the starry skies above.
Although night had fallen upon the humble elven village, the village refused to sleep.
Countless lanterns lit up the village square, some floating in the sky, gently hanging on long poles, while others were placed on the floor.
There were a couple of runic lights as well, all of them working together to bring life to the city.
There was a sound of soft, rhythmic music filling the space as a band of elves played, gentle smiles on their faces.
Some were playing stringed instruments, their fingers caressing the strings as though it was made of silk, a couple of them were playing wind instruments, while a few of them worked with drums.
Finally, the elven women in front of the band hummed an old song in the elven tongue, creating magic in the atmosphere.
Food was piled up on trays that were lined up on tables, the pleasant aroma drifting through the calm night wind.
