Glowing, ethereal figures and mystical boats float above a foggy, mountainous landscape under a dramatic, cloudy sky at dusk, with subtle fires below.

Silver clouds swirl like iron, ships rise from mist, no oars, no wind. Danu’s breath flows through their hair, stars cling to skin. Forests bend, rivers pause, mountains tilt in awe. Tuatha gods tread silently, their song half sorrow, half fire. Éire stirs, wide-eyed, trembling, the land alive with silver magic and shadowed mystery. See more