This was an incredibly beautiful place.
Every green leaf seemed to twinkle with a bright light, and every flower remained forever in its most blooming state.
Here lay the sanctum of the Magical Continent, the dwelling place of the Elf Clan—the Starlight Forest.
Someone was lying leisurely on a swing entwined with huge starlight flowers.
Her long, snow-white skirt sprawled from the swing onto the ground; upon closer inspection, the hem was densely embroidered with countless blooming starlight flowers using silver thread—when the wind blew, it was as if infinite starlight were cascading down.
Looking upward, the first thing to catch one's eye was a head of light green hair, lazily spread out and gathered at the top by a gorgeous and exquisite Starlight Flower Crown.
Gazing further upward, it seemed as if even the wind had held its breath.
