We wandered in the densest woods of the newfound realms to witness untamed life at its purest form.
Spent quiet centuries singing and dancing amongst beasts and plants, then spent loud ones hiding in shelters raised for the meek, singing lullabies to chase the noise of disparity away.
Purity has faded, stolen by our own kin. Everlasting, untamed life was lost to humans.
Now the elders sail back to the Sphere Fey. We stay to live in secluded areas with the beast, to lead Wild Hunts against human expansion until we sail back for the Sphere Fey.
Yet, remnants of purity remain within almost all plants and some beasts.