Description
In the forest where the fog embraces the roots and the stars are reflected in the silver streams, there is a tale of a creature that lives between water and air, daughter of the two kingdoms.
One night, while the moon sang its silent song, a flickering and luminous figure emerged from the enchanted waters of the Lake of Blades: it was Lywen.
Her skin seemed liquid, as if the water still protected her.
From her slender hips spread strong orange wings, adorned with thin veins of gold that shone like will-o’-the-wisps in the night. The wings, wide and warm like an eternal sunset, vibrated with a subtle sound, similar to a breath of wind.
Lywen was born from the union of an ancient nymph of the springs and a spirit of the air, in a rare cross of forgotten magic.
As she rose from the water, leaving behind her drops that shone like gems, the trees themselves bent to watch her. The runes carved into the trunks lit up, and the entire forest whispered her name: Lywen, Keeper of the Borders.
Lywen is said to travel between worlds, carrying messages between the depths of ancient waters and the winds that whisper beyond the mountains.
Those who can see her—a vision as intense as an orange flash—are gifted a spark of lost knowledge, something that changes fate.
But beware: like every creature born from the balance of elements, Lywen also brings with her mystery and trial. Following her without being ready can lead those who dare to lose themselves among the veils of forgotten realities.
Since then, on days when the mist dances between the branches and the lakes seem like mirrors of the sky, there are those who swear to glimpse a small orange glow that smells of sun and abyss: the sign that Lywen is still there, guardian and messenger of the unknown.
Along with this creation, there will also be a sheet, which describes a small esoteric ritual related to Lywen, to invoke his presence and activate his energy. 🌌💧🌀
