Description

Ithil stood at the window of the ivory tower, her gaze drifting across the rolling hills and ancient forests that stretched to the horizon. The light of dawn painted the world in hues of gold and pink, casting a gentle glow on her delicate features.

As she watched the sun rise, Ithil felt a familiar melancholy settle over her. For centuries, she had watched countless dawns break, each one a testament to the unending passage of time. The beauty of the world remained unchanged, but her immortal heart carried the weight of memories that stretched beyond human comprehension.

Her friends and loved ones had come and gone like the seasons, their lives brief but bright. Ithil cherished their memories, yet she longed for the simplicity of a mortal life, where each moment was precious and fleeting.