It was not a song sung by birds nor the rustling of leaves, but the laughter of Lux.

Born from the first morning dew and the whispers of ancient flora, Lux was no ordinary guardian. She was the beacon of the glade, the weaver of light and bloom, carrying the magic of the Faelight Court within her very being. With every step she took, the ground beneath her feet glowed softly, and the flowers turned to face her, basking in her radiant presence.

Clad in iridescent petals that shimmered like the dusk-touched sky, Lux danced along the verdant vines, her wings glistening as if woven from the stars themselves. Until a shadow caught her attention. “Hm? Who's there?” Lux innocently asked, holding her staff crowned with a living bloom close.

It was then that Lux knew—her laughter would have to wait.