The young, the romantic, and the adventurous might follow the whistling wind between tall trunks, across deer paths, and down steep valleys until all at once the wood shifts, and high on a forested hill now stands a bright metropolis, its crystal towers glittering as brightly as starlight. Radiant eladrin with shining eyes and silver-spun hair stride gracefully through the city's idyllic streets, and nymphs frolic like children beneath hanging gardens and fruit trees. Fair maidens with eyes the color of meadow violets sing the wind's song note for note, and their voices float through the wood like silver embers. As dusk settles on the eladrin city, pixies rise quietly from the forest floor, trailing golden stardust in their wake. On gossamer wings they paint the sunset across the sky in colors known only to the hearts of dreamers, poets, and lovers.