The March of Ages
The White Grove is a forest of pristinely white trees floating along the north shore of Lake Sayasteya. A large pod of Ailos with within the waters of the grove, and have even build a town within it’s branches.
Each morning, the wind blows through the grove, starting soft and slow and picking up speed, invigorating those that hear it for the day ahead. In the evening, the song once again plays, but has the opposite effect – becoming quite and somber, a peaceful lullaby for the night to come.