Healer of Time

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a fragrance both comforting and strangely unsettling in its familiarity. Tilles, her silver hair braided and tucked beneath a worn leather cap, hummed a low, wordless tune as she knelt beside a patch of shimmering moonpetal blossoms. Her fingers, stained with the residue of countless tinctures and balms, gently brushed against the delicate petals, their luminescence responding to her touch with a soft, ethereal glow. The Forest of Time was a capricious mistress, a place where the sun might linger for days or vanish in the blink of an eye, where seasons shifted without warning, and the very air vibrated with an almost palpable energy. But within this chaotic symphony of time, Tilles had found solace, a quiet sanctuary nestled deep within the mountains of Times.