Whispers of the Dying Stars

In the beginning, the stars fell, not as fire, but as seeds. They pierced the

firmament of Fiorin, and the world answered. From soil and silence,

life awakened, bound to both sky and stone. Thus were born the High Elves,

radiant children of star and earth, their souls tethered to distant lights. But radiance does

not endure. With every generation, the bond weakened. The stars grew farther,

the children grew many. Seeking to preserve what was fading, the High Elves

shaped new life from clay and breathed into it the echo of creation.

These were the Mid Elves, hands of the world, keepers of form,