The sun dipped low over the spired rooftops of Aeloria, painting the sky in molten gold and rose. In the winding alleyways of the High District, lantern light flickered against cobblestone—each lamp enchanted to burn without smoke, a testament to the realm's mastery of elemental magics. Lush gardens clung to every terraced balcony, vines heavy with moonblossoms that only unfurled in the twilight hours. Gleaming in the fading light, two figures strolled hand in hand, their silhouettes slender and graceful against the opulent cityscape.