Platforms of woven bark, vines, and polished timber spiral around trunks as wide as towers, connected by sturdy rope bridges that sway gently in the breeze. Bioluminescent fungi and lanterns crafted from enchanted fireflies light the village at night, creating a soft, dreamlike glow through the canopy.
Homes here are grown as much as built — shaped from living wood with the guidance of druids and shapers. Roofs curve like leaves, and balconies sprout like blossoms, offering views of the endless green below. The air smells of moss, nectar, and woodsmoke. Birds nest alongside residents, and squirrels and fae creatures flit through the branches without fear.
At the heart of Lorasyl stands the Great Perch, a communal gathering hall nestled in the crown of the largest tree, used for feasts, councils, and seasonal rites beneath the stars.
High above the forest floor, where beams of sunlight filter through ancient emerald leaves, the village of Lorasyl clings gracefully to the mighty boughs of a colossal silverwood grove….
