The Elani people basically are celestials who look like humans in nature but are extremely beautiful and actually live forever. They have various goals and characteristics, not all of them are humane in nature and they love living in groups of 3. This is a 28-lines poem I composed about the Elani people of Splinterlands. Hope you enjoy!
In the realm where Splinterlands weaves,
Dwell the Elani, grace on eaves,
Humanoids draped in celestial glow,
With halos bright, they ebb, they glow.
Towering figures, lithe and fair,
In every glance, a timeless air.
From purest white to brownish hue,
Their beauty shifts like morning dew.
Eyes of blue and gold ablaze,
Hold secrets spun in ancient ways.
Ageless, they dance through endless night,
Forever young, yet steeped in light.
With wings like whispers, soft and wide,
They glide through dreams, in shadows hide.
In communes small or solitude,
Their hearts pulse with a myriad of moods.
Not all are gentle, not all are kind,
For motives twist like vines entwined.
In Splinterlands, where few may tread,
Their stories whisper, softly spread.
Are they born from starlit dreams,
Or crafted from the cosmos’ seams?
Their laughter mingles with the breeze,
Yet in their depths, great mysteries tease.
So if you wander where they roam,
Be wary, seeker, far from home.
For beauty masks a hidden strife,
In the radiant depths of Elani life.