-Ilim
The elven realm was a jewel for the eyes.
Dense, vibrant greenery was strung together in tight bunches as far as the eye could see. Through breaks in the leaves, one could glimpse a sky that was streaked with uncanny rays of cyan, red, and golden lights; all swirling around the great hole in the sky.
An entire forest was knit as one great community. With trees as thick as buildings and nearly as tall as mountains, the sights were nothing short of a testament to how long-lived and unproblematic elven society had been.
Homes were built along the treetops. They took the shape of dome-like huts that, despite their rudimentary appearance, were well insulated, practical, and beautiful.
From tree to tree, bridges of vine and wood connected different homes, families, and markets. At night, the vines produced their own bioluminescence, turning the world into something impossibly grand.
The rift arrival platform was heavily guarded. It had been that way for twenty years.
