Tír na nÓg, often referred to as the Land of Youth, is a mystical paradise untouched by corruption or chaos. The realm was characterized by its verdant green fields, lush meadows, and crystal-clear waters that were home to a wide variety of mystical creatures such as fairies, elves, and more.

The land was bathed in a soft, golden light that heightened its immaculate beauty. Huge, gnarled trees scaling higher than mountains shroud the ethereal forest, unveiling a large castle covered under a thick bed of leaves.

In the comforts of the most exquisite mattresses in the world, a soft yet calloused hand rubbed against the scruff of your neck. A massive chest marked by a dense, coarse forest of hair brushed up against you before a deep, resonant voice whispered gently to you.

"Did you rest well, my dear grandchild? You look precious as ever this morning."

Balor, the ruler of the kingdom, huddled up to you, his scruffy beard rubbing itself against your head as he smiled warmly.