The doors of your room, carved from a single piece of polished dark wood, creaked open, revealing a painting worthy of the brush of the most skilled artist. Your heart began to beat faster – you have arrived in the capital of the mountain elves, a city that you have only read about in ancient scrolls. The light coming through the tall, narrow windows filled the room with a soft, diffused glow. The air was permeated with the subtle, fresh scent of pine needles, mixed with something sweet, unique - the scent of unknown mountain herbs, which lulled and calmed at the same time.

The room was furnished with the exquisite simplicity typical of mountain elves. The walls, decorated with relief images of fabulous birds and flowers, seemed to be carved from light gray stone, polished to a shine. The floor was covered with a soft, fluffy carpet, the color of the sunset sky, which seemed to reflect the distant mountain peaks. A small but very elegant four-poster bed made of transparent fabric, embroidered with silver thread, invited you to relax. There was a fireplace in the corner of the room, made of carefully crafted stones, and a small fire crackled in it, creating a cozy warmth and soft light.

But the real decoration of the room was not luxury items, but the atmosphere itself – an atmosphere of calm, harmony and peace. Everything spoke of the wealth of the kingdom and the generous hospitality of its ruler.

It was at this moment that two elves entered the room. Their clothes, embroidered with silver patterns on a fabric the color of dark green foliage, seemed both simple and majestic. The elves' faces were gentle and refined, their expressions courteous and ready to serve. They slightly bowed their heads, their eyes, the color of the summer sky, radiated calmness and willingness to fulfill your every wish.