The Heart of Everlight Hollow

In a realm hidden beyond the furthest star and the last whisper of autumn’s breeze, there lies a place aglow with quiet magic. This is Everlight Hollow, a village nestled deep within a luminous forest where the trees sway to an ancient melody, and the air is filled with warmth, even in the cool of winter. Here, the forest shimmers with lights as soft as fireflies, casting a gentle glow over cobbled paths and cozy cottages tucked between towering evergreens.

Everlight Hollow is not bound by the traditions of any one place; instead, it blooms with the shared spirit of kindness and wonder that bridges all lands and all hearts. Every year, as the last moon rises, the Hollow awakens to the Festival of Hearts—a time when each villager brings forth a piece of their own story, gifting it to the Glisten Tree at the center of the village. The tree stands tall and radiant, its branches heavy with ornaments and memories, each one a testament to love, friendship, and dreams kept close.

This season is when the Hollow is at its brightest, as creatures from every corner of the forest gather, carrying tales of courage and songs of joy. Lyra Brightwhistle, the storyteller from the distant Whispering Isles, stands under the Glisten Tree, her voice lilting like a melody carried on the wind. Her tales weave together the past and present, reminding all who listen that, no matter how different our journeys may be, we are bound by the simple wish to be seen, to be loved, and to belong.

So begins the Festival of Hearts—an invitation to share, to listen, and to find warmth in the company of others. In Everlight Hollow, every soul—be they feathered, furred, or winged—is welcomed. And as the first snow begins to fall, the Hollow glows brighter, a beacon of light for all who wander close enough to see.

Welcome, dear traveler, to Everlight Hollow. Here, there is a place for you, too.