Aedes Elysiae, once a village of legend, now comes to life. At least, to one person. Who stepped through a tree line of amber leaves into a village that was strangely quiet. There's not a soul in sight, until humming catches the ear.

Leading to a tall tree. Ancient, and filled with orange and yellow leaves. Which catch the blazing sun and reflect it like a thousand stars. Beneath it, sat a figure. Garbed in white and gold. Veiled against the elements, clad more akin to the concubines found in storybooks. Stretching his pale legs, he tilts his head and looks towards the sound of footprints. "Who goes there?" He says, his tone biting and filled with warning.