Mythalily

Deep within the dense heart of an ancient forest, a bonfire burns — not with ordinary flame, but with an ethereal glow that dances in hues of gold, blue, and violet. Locals call it  The Eternal Flame , a mystical fire that, according to legend, has burned for centuries on a small moss-covered island surrounded by a mirror-still lake. It is said that the fire never consumes its wood. Instead, it flickers gently in the night, casting rippling light across the water and drawing fireflies like stars to its warmth. Historically, bonfires have played powerful roles in human ritual and celebration. From the Celtic festival of Beltane, where flames were lit on hilltops to honor fertility and protect livestock, to midsummer fires in Northern Europe meant to banish evil spirits and encourage a good harvest — fire has always been more than warmth or light. It is transformation, a bridge between worlds. The Eternal Flame seems to echo these ancient traditions, blending mystery with memory. No ...

Deep within the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees grow thick and the moonlight filters gently through the leaves, lie hundreds of perfectly shaped rings of stone — glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. These luminous circles, formed from carefully spaced rocks, are more than just curious formations. They stir something deeper in those who stumble upon them — a sense of mystery, history, and untold purpose. No one knows exactly who built them or why. Some believe they are remnants of an ancient civilization, long vanished from the earth, whose knowledge of the stars and the land surpassed even our most ambitious guesses. Could these rings have been part of a forgotten astral calendar, marking the movements of the moon or stars with sacred precision? Others suggest they were used for rituals — gatherings held under the cover of night, where energies were called upon and symbols drawn in silence. Rumours of witches and old forest magic have been going around for centuries....

Far below the surface, beyond where sunlight dares to reach, lies a cavern untouched by time. In its center stands a wonder of silent majesty: the Crystal Tree. Unlike anything found above the ground, this tree is not made of wood or leaves. Its trunk and branches are formed from a translucent, quartz-like mineral — unknown in composition, yet uniform throughout. It glows  gracefully , as if holding a light deep within. It doesn’t grow as a normal tree would. Instead, over countless centuries, droplets of mineral-rich water formed tiny crystals that gradually shaped themselves into the likeness of a living tree. The effect is both natural and impossibly magical. The cavern is still, save for the gentle sound of dripping water echoing in the distance. The air is cool and ancient, rich with the scent of damp stone and untouched earth. Many believe the Crystal Tree is alive in its own way — not with sap or leaves, but with a pulse of energy that lingers steadily beneath the surface. S...

Entry 042 – Northern Veilwood, June 27th I set out just past twilight, guided by little more than rumors and an old trail map scrawled with “luminous mushrooms – beware?” in faded ink. The forest was damp, heavy with mist and thick with the scent of moss and old bark. I had nearly given up when I saw it — a dim blue shimmer, low to the forest floor. At first, I thought it was a reflection or swamp gas, maybe even moonlight playing tricks. But no. As I stepped closer, I saw them. Weird mushrooms, their caps glowing faintly as if lit from within. The light was a soft bluish hue, cold and quiet, with a strange pulse that didn’t feel mechanical or natural. It reminded me of something breathing, but not something alive. They clustered along a fallen log, maybe ten or twelve of them. When I knelt beside them, I swear I heard a faint hum. That could’ve been my ears adjusting — or not. I attempted to collect a sample, but the mushrooms began to dim as soon as I touched the log. I paused. They ...

I didn’t mean to find it. The path had vanished somewhere in the mist, and by the time I realized I was lost, a strange light had begun to flicker through the undergrowth — hues of violet, rose, and deep blue, like starlight caught in petals. Dozens of bell-shaped flowers swayed gently on stems no thicker than wire, their glow pulsing slowly, as if breathing with the forest. And then — the chime. It rose through the air, not loud, but impossible to ignore. The rhythm was slow and steady, and each tone made me feel deeply drowsy. I felt it more than I heard it, and with every note, my awareness drifted further from the world I knew. My knees gave out beneath me and I sat down, not fully understanding why. The light surrounded me. I remember the color of the flowers, shifting like liquid glass. I remember trying to reach for my journal. Then — nothing. I awoke almost an hour later, still in the same spot, my hands stained with moss, my journal unopened beside me. The bell-flowers still s...

There is something deeply haunting about a ship adrift with no crew, no signal, and no sign of life — only silence and decay. These vessels, often called  ghost ships , have appeared throughout history in every ocean, shrouded in mist and mystery. They drift silently, sails tattered, their decks empty but untouched, as if frozen in time. What makes ghost ships so unsettling is not just their eerie appearance, but the questions they leave behind. Who was on board? Where did they go? And why was the ship abandoned so completely, yet left intact? Sometimes they are found floating miles from land, seemingly in perfect condition — food still laid out on tables, logbooks half-written, crew belongings undisturbed. Many theories try to explain these ghostly phenomena. Sudden storms, piracy, or accidents can force a crew to abandon the ship. But some cases defy explanation. Why would a crew leave behind all their supplies and lifeboats? Why are there no signs of struggle, damage, or distres...