Chronicles of Pooflandya

Resting at the east of Naath, cradled by ancient woodlands and kissed by the glow of the silver moon, lies Lake Elessmir— Legends whisper that Lake Elessmir was not born of rain or river, but from the tears of the stars themselves. It is said that in the age before time, the gods wept upon the land, and where their sorrow touched the earth, a great lake formed—one that would forever shimmer with celestial light. Its waters are impossibly clear, reflecting the night sky even at midday, as if it exists in two realms at once. The lake’s surface is often still, yet beneath its depths, shadows seem to dance—some say they are spirits, others believe they are remnants of something long forgotten. Those who drink from the lake claim to experience vivid dreams of distant pasts and possible futures.