When the night is still and the flames crackle, a lone voice rises from the shadows.
Deep within Glowveil Hollow, a small clearing holds a stone‑crowned firepit. The ember’s glow draws creatures of the night, yet only one dares to sing when no eyes are watching.
It is said that the bird only reveals its melody to those who sit in silence, letting the fire’s heat become a gentle hush. Its notes weave through the violet‑tinged mist, a secret shared with the wind.
Those who have heard the song call it the Ember‑Lark. Its feathers shimmer with a faint green‑gold, and its call sounds like sparks dancing on stone.