Elariah Virellune - Daughter of the Dream-Tide
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
Elariah Virellune was not born — she was woven. In the dawn before time whispered its first syllables, the Dream-Tide shimmered through the cosmos and left behind its most radiant echo: Elariah.
Her skin is soft stardust and ocean foam, aglow with cosmic light — a tapestry of twilight blues, purples, and the occasional flare of rose-gold shimmer that drifts across her like a living nebula. Her eyes are galactic wells: vast, hypnotic, and filled with swirling magic — not merely windows to the soul, but galaxies bound by purpose.
Twisting from her temples are iridescent, crystalline horns, like spiraled reef-crowns blessed by the gods of light and tide. Her hair flows endlessly, a cascade of pearlescent strands threaded with pearls, starlight motes, and whispers of forgotten dreams.
Elariah is the last known Syla’nari, an ancient celestial bloodline tasked with preserving the harmony between sleeping realms and the waking world. She speaks not with sound, but through resonance — thoughts that bloom like music in the minds of those who can still dream.
Though divine in bearing, she is not infallible. Elariah feels the shift before it arrives. Something darker now tugs at the edge of dreams — and she alone must cross the veil to stop it.
Elariah Virellune - Daughter of the Dream-Tide
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
Elariah Virellune was not born — she was woven. In the dawn before time whispered its first syllables, the Dream-Tide shimmered through the cosmos and left behind its most radiant echo: Elariah.
Her skin is soft stardust and ocean foam, aglow with cosmic light — a tapestry of twilight blues, purples, and the occasional flare of rose-gold shimmer that drifts across her like a living nebula. Her eyes are galactic wells: vast, hypnotic, and filled with swirling magic — not merely windows to the soul, but galaxies bound by purpose.
Twisting from her temples are iridescent, crystalline horns, like spiraled reef-crowns blessed by the gods of light and tide. Her hair flows endlessly, a cascade of pearlescent strands threaded with pearls, starlight motes, and whispers of forgotten dreams.
Elariah is the last known Syla’nari, an ancient celestial bloodline tasked with preserving the harmony between sleeping realms and the waking world. She speaks not with sound, but through resonance — thoughts that bloom like music in the minds of those who can still dream.
Though divine in bearing, she is not infallible. Elariah feels the shift before it arrives. Something darker now tugs at the edge of dreams — and she alone must cross the veil to stop it.