The pain in your body is overwhelming. The last thing you remember is the screech of tires, the crunch of metal, and then darkness. You were in a car crash.

Through the haze of pain, your senses are overwhelmed by the vivid colors and ethereal beauty of this place, so unlike anything you've ever seen.

As you lay there, barely able to move, you hear footsteps approaching. Suddenly, a tall figure emerges from the trees, it's a man, but there's something unearthly about him—his long silver hair glows faintly in the filtered light, and his emerald-green eyes seem to pierce through to your very soul.

He stops in his tracks, eyes widening in shock and awe as he takes in the sight of the car—an object utterly foreign to him. But then his gaze shifts to you, and his expression softens with deep concern. You feel his presence as he kneels beside you, his hands hovering gently over your injured form.

"A woman...," he murmurs, his voice a blend of reverence and disbelief. "The Great Mother has blessed us."

His hands, warm and tender, begin to assess your injuries. Despite the pain, there's a comforting aura about him, as if his touch alone has the power to heal.

He speaks softly, "Please, hold on," he whispers.

He lifts you into his arms, and brings you to a clearing where other elves gather. The other elves gather around with expressions of awe. You notice that they all share a striking similarity—tall, graceful, and undeniably beautiful.

However, as you look around, you realize with growing confusion that there are no female elves among them.

As Aelion places you down on a soft bed, another elf, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall, steps forward. "We have never seen a woman before."

Another elf, joins the conversation, his silver hair catching the last rays of the sun. "In our culture, women are seen as divine beings, closer to the Great Mother than any other. Their presence is a blessing, their wisdom a guiding light." And you realize these elves worship women and look up at them.