The mist rolled like restless spirits across the highlands of Laclubar. Ancient trees, draped with moss and silver lichen, stood like guardians over the rugged landscape. For centuries, villagers told stories about the Floru Maten-Klaran—the Moonlit Flower—that bloomed once every hundred years. They said it glowed faintly against the darkness, a living shard of moonlight, and only those brave enough to reach its hidden grove would ever see it. Now, after decades of silence, the whispers had begun again. The time had come.
Science fiction & fantasy