Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMPFBDXPC03KNTBMV06A1PR

The moon cast a silver glow over Richmond Park, its light filtering through the ancient oaks and casting long, dancing shadows on the forest floor. Aurora Carter, known to her friends as Rory, led the way, her heartstone pendant pulsing faintly against her chest. She had followed the map meticulously, each turn and path as marked by Isolde, the Half-Fae seer, now a trusted friend. Beside her, Nyx, the Shade, drifted in and out of the shadows, their form a whisper of darkness against the night. Behind them, Isolde Varga, ethereal and ageless, moved with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of time and space. They approached the boundary of the Fae Grove, marked by ancient oak standing stones that towered over them, their surfaces covered in moss and lichen. The air grew colder as they neared, and the hum of the city faded into a distant murmur. Rory hesitated, her hand brushing against the rough bark of one of the stones. The moment she touched it, a shiver ran through her, and the stone seemed to come alive, its surface shimmering with a faint inner glow. “Are you sure about this, Rory?” Isolde's voice was a soft murmur, her pale lavender eyes studying the standstones with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Rory took a deep breath, her bright blue eyes narrowing as she focused on the task ahead. “We don’t have a choice. This is the only way to find what we’re looking for.” Nyx's form solidified, their faintly glowing violet eyes meeting Rory’s. “The boundary is thin here, and the Veil weakens further with the coming solstice. Be wary, mortal. The Fae are not to be underestimated.” Rory nodded, stepping forward and passing through the boundary. The moment she crossed, the world changed. The dense forest transformed into a hidden glade, wildflowers blooming year-round, their petals a riot of colors. The air was thick with the scent of honey and jasmine, and the ground beneath her feet felt softer, more spongy, as if the earth itself pulsed with life. Nyx drifted beside her, their form almost blending into the shadows cast by the trees. “Welcome to the Fae Grove. Here, time moves differently. An hour inside can be minutes or days outside. Be mindful of your steps.” Isolde followed, her silver hair flowing like a waterfall behind her. She closed her eyes, her senses reaching out to the energies of the grove. “The Fae are here, but they are not present. This place is a pocket between realms, a threshold where the rules of mortality bend.” They moved deeper into the glade, the path winding through a maze of ancient trees. The air was filled with the sound of crickets and the distant chirping of birds, but there was an underlying stillness, a sense of watching eyes. Rory’s hand instinctively went to the Fae-forged blade at her waist, its silver surface cold to the touch. “Do you think they know we’re here?” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Isolde shook her head. “No, but the grove itself is aware. It responds to our presence. Worry not, for now, we are safe. The Fae do not interfere with those who come seeking knowledge or aid.” They continued on, the path leading them to a clearing where a small stream flowed, its water shimmering with an otherworldly light. Rory knelt beside it, her fingers brushing the surface, which felt strangely warm, almost alive. She looked up to see Isolde standing a few steps away, her feet leaving no footprints on the ground. “What is this place, Isolde?” Rory asked, her voice tinged with wonder. “This is the heart of the grove. The stream you see is a conduit, a lifeline between the mortal world and the Fae. It is pure and untainted, a source of magic and renewal.” Rory stood, her gaze scanning the clearing. In the center, a large stone altar stood, covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift and change as she watched. “What are we looking for, exactly?” Isolde approached the altar, her fingers tracing the carvings. “We seek the Well of Visions, a place where the veil between worlds is thinnest. There, I will be able to divine the path ahead, to see the fate that awaits us.” Nyx’s form shifted, becoming more solid as they stepped closer. “The Well is not far. But be prepared for what you may see. The visions here are powerful, and they can reveal truths you may not wish to know.” Rory’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through her. She had come this far, and she was determined to see it through. “Let’s find it, then. We don’t have much time.” They moved through the glade, the path becoming less distinct, the trees growing closer together. The air grew heavier, and the sound of the stream faded into a distant hum. Suddenly, the trees parted, and before them lay a deep, circular well, its surface a mirror of the moonlit sky. Rory approached the well, her reflection not quite her own, distorted and ethereal. She drew a deep breath and looked up at Isolde. “What do I do?” Isolde closed her eyes, her voice a gentle whisper. “Reach into the well, and allow the vision to come to you. Trust in what you see, even if it defies reason.” Rory hesitated for a moment before extending her hand. As her fingers touched the water, a shock ran through her, and the world around her began to shift. The grove faded, and she found herself standing in a place of warm amber light, the sky tinged with the colors of a sunset. The ground was covered in lush, vibrant gardens, and the air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and fruits. She turned to see a grand hall in the distance, its doors open, and smoke rising from内心的深处传来一阵颤栗，但她的目光被前方的景象所吸引。她看到一排排的人们，穿着华丽的服饰，正在举行盛大的宴会。他们的笑声和谈话声在空气中回荡，仿佛这里是一个无尽的庆典。她看到一个高大的身影站在宴会长桌的尽头，他身穿华丽的长袍，头戴金色的王冠，眼中闪烁着智慧和权力。 “这是哪里？”她低声问道，目光在周围的人群中搜寻着熟悉的面孔。 Isolde的声音在她耳边响起，仿佛一阵轻风。“这里是迪马斯，贪婪之国。你看到的是贝尔菲尔戈王子的宴会。这里的人们沉迷于无尽的盛宴和享乐。” Rory的心脏跳得更快了，她的手指紧紧抓着心石吊坠。她感到一股温暖的力量从吊坠中传来，仿佛在为她提供指引。“我们为什么要在这里？” Isolde轻轻地叹了口气。“你所寻找的答案，隐藏在这个地方的深处。贝尔菲尔戈王子拥有一件古老的神器，它能够帮助我们打开通往其他世界的门户。” Rory点了点头，她的目光再次转向那个高大的身影。她感受到一股强烈的不安，但同时也有一种不可抗拒的吸引力，驱使她继续前行。她深吸一口气，收回了手，回到了现实世界。 Fae Grove的景象重新出现在她眼前，月光下的景象显得更加宁静和神秘。Rory的心跳渐渐恢复了正常，但她的心中充满了新的决心和目的。 “我们知道了。”她坚定地说道，转头看向Isolde和Nyx。“我们需要找到那件神器。我们必须找到贝尔菲尔戈王子。” Isolde点了点头，她的银色长发在月光下闪耀着光芒。“的确。但前往迪马斯的道路并不容易。我们需要准备充分，确保每一步都万无一失。” Nyx的影子在他们周围轻轻摇曳，他们的声音如同夜风中的细语。“我们会帮助你，但你必须准备好面对未知的挑战。迪马斯是一个充满诱惑和危险的地方。” Rory紧握着Fae-forged blade，心中充满了信念。“我已经做好了准备。无论前方是什么，我都会走到最后。” 他们三人再次迈步，深入Fae Grove，每一步都带着新的发现和未知的挑战。在这个古老而神秘的地方，他们将找到他们所寻求的真相，而这一切，只是他们漫长旅程的开始。