Incense smoke curled in lazy spirals towards the vaulted ceiling of the meditation chamber. The air, cool and still, hung heavy with the scent of sandalwood and ancient memories. Four Eldar figures sat upon raised dais, their forms shrouded in the ethereal glow emanating from the swirling nebula contained within the chamber's central focus.

Eldrad Ulthran, the aged Farseer of Ulthwé, bore the weight of millennia upon his gaunt features. His eyes, closed beneath the filigreed mask that concealed most of his face, twitched beneath the strain of peering into the future's ever-shifting currents. Beside him, Yriel, the stern and beautiful Wraithknight pilot, sat unmoving, her connection to her wraithbone construct forming a bridge between the physical realm and the spirit world.

Across from them, the sleek figure of Iria, a skilled Ranger with eyes the color of twilight, focused her mind on the whispers of the forest she carried within her spirit stone. And in the final corner, Jain Zar, the Howling Banshee of the Iyanden Wraithguard, held her wailing blade across her lap, its mournful song momentarily silenced as she sought solace in the quietude.

Time flowed like molten silver in the chamber, punctuated only by the soft hiss of the contained nebula and the occasional flicker of energy from Iria's fingertips