Sylvaticstone A Nimanui Site

The villagers woke the next morning to a sky filled with vibrant green light. They looked toward the ridge and saw the Sylvaticstone, now taller and more radiant. They bowed their heads to the Nimanui, never knowing that the "No One" who saved them was once a girl who loved the smell of rain.

As the gale roared outside, Elara sat at the base of the Sylvaticstone. She began to speak her name into the wind, over and over, until the syllables lost their meaning. Next, her skin took on the texture of weathered bark.

For centuries, the Sylvaticstone remained cold. But as the Great Dearth began to wither the surrounding lands, the stone began to glow with a pale, bioluminescent green.