The Hollowveil Glades are a place of unearthly beauty and whispered superstition, a meadowland interwoven with sparse woodland where the moonlight lingers unnaturally, casting an ethereal silver glow even on clouded nights. The air carries the faint, heady scent of night-blooming flowers, and soft, drifting motes of luminescence weave through the glades, as if the land itself breathes with unseen magic.
