astar

A light breeze piercing the dark forest, Astar's hair fluttered, awakening it from sweet sleep. Having rubbed her eyes, she looked up through the crown of the trees, peering into the sky above her head.A light breeze carried greetings and wishes on him, it would seem, from everywhere, and, as a messenger, carried them away again. Behind her, the fiery red flowers of the Phoenix flashed.Lazily yawning and stretching, she grabbed the lamp next to her and rushed into the distance. According to ancient legends, the phoenix flower carries the aroma of Solaris.While the obsidian at the rangers continue to live high on mountain peaks, diligently watching Esperia, these precious phoenix flowers will never disappear. On that day, the last surviving obsidian rabbi, thalena, a huge tree deep in the dark forest blossomed with fiery red ... "Astar!"