"In the quiet, forgotten valley of Yrdhal, a vast mist settles over the land every dusk, hiding a towering, ethereal beast whose silhouette barely flickers through the fog. The creature, known only as Fothrahn by the ancient villagers who speak of it in hushed tones, is a blend of an immense serpent, a winged lion, and an ancient tree, its form shifting between solid and spectral as it moves through the mist. The Fothrahn’s body is massive, covered in scales that shimmer like moonlit water, each scale reflecting the light of the waning sun. It has six great wings that sprout from its back, each feathered with glowing moss and vines, pulsing with a soft, bioluminescent green. Its head is a hybrid of a lion and a serpent, with glowing golden eyes that pierce through the fog like two beacons. The mouth is full of sharp, tree-like thorns rather than teeth, and from it drips a shimmering, silken substance that vanishes into the mist, carrying the scent of forgotten forests and ancient magic. The creature’s limbs are long, spindly, and reminiscent of both tree branches and serpent tails, coiling in and out of the thick, swirling fog. Each of its paws leaves behind faint impressions of its existence—an imprint of soft moss and glistening dew. The Fothrahn is found atop the sacred peak of Mt. Vaykal, where it watches over the village of Eldrem, nestled in the valley below. The village, a peaceful place, is filled with ancient stone ruins, overgrown with ivy and surrounded by an endless stretch of verdant forest. The villagers know that the creature is a protector of the forest, but also a harbinger of change, its presence signaling the transition between seasons, times of growth, and times of peril. As night falls, the valley becomes shrouded in the thick, ethereal mist that blankets everything in sight, making the Fothrahn’s form seem like a shifting, ghostly silhouette. Its movements are slow, almost as if it is both a part of the earth and a creature of the air, shifting between realms. A soft breeze stirs the mist, and the creature’s outline grows blurry as it moves across the mountaintop, towering over the village below. The only indication of its presence is the faint echo of whispers, a sound like the rustling of leaves in a storm, carried on the wind. The villagers believe the creature is a guardian of the balance between the living and the spirit world, appearing only when the forest is in peril or when an ancient cycle needs to be completed. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, and the world feels suspended in time, between the old ways and the new, as the beast's silhouette dissolves and reappears like a shadow in the fog."