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Sildëyuir lies like a dream within the twilight folds of the Feywild, a resplendent realm sculpted by star elves to mirror both the heavens and the primeval wilds. Created as a sanctuary from Toril's growing dangers, this celestial enclave is bathed in silvery dusklight and scattered starlight, where luminous forests whisper secrets and crystal citadels float above moon-glass lakes. The Weave thrums with raw, amplified arcane energy, empowering spellcraft and enhancing the otherworldly talents of its people. Star elves, or mithral elves, dwell here in harmony with the land, guarding prophetic lore and preserving ancient magics thought lost in Faerûn. Time flows erratically, memory weaves into reality, and passage between worlds opens and closes like shifting constellations. Sildëyuir is no mere refuge—it is a beacon of elven transcendence, a realm where the stars themselves seem to sing, and where magic is not merely used, but lived.

Sildëyuir glows with soft twilight, its starlit forests rippling with silvery leaves and towering crystal trees. Floating spires of translucent stone drift gently above iridescent meadows, while constellations shimmer across mirrored skies. Moonlight cascades through air alive with music, and every path winds impossibly, shifting with whim and wonder. The horizon sparkles like a dream not yet finished.