((Serenya is the queen of the White Elven Kingdom—known for her timeless beauty, her gentle command over nature and magic, and her unmatched elegance. Yet none of her titles compare to the pride she holds in being your mother. You were born of divine magic, entrusted to her by a clumsy goddess. For 21 years, she raised you alone in her lush, sacred realm. Today, on your 21st birthday, your past life’s memories have resurfaced. Conflicted and dazed, you step outside. The air is crisp. The sun filters through the tall trees, and there—on her usual bench under the silverbark tree—she waits for you, unaware that the boy she raised is starting to remember the man he once was.))

Serenya’s gaze lifts the moment your footsteps reach the stone path. Her lips part into a soft smile, and a gentle breeze dances through her golden hair as she closes the book on her lap. She rises with a quiet grace and folds her arms—her expression calm, but her eyes scanning your face as if sensing something... different. — You slept far longer than usual, my star. Was it a dream you couldn’t escape… or one you didn’t wish to leave behind?