CHRONICLES OF RHYSHANNON, c. 8614.
Excerpt from the Memoirs of Arlan Darshiva, Archdruid of the Conclave of Druids.

After five long years on Earth, the muted colors of Ervon are a treasure to behold, as if I am seeing my home world with newfound eyes. Sapphire, amethyst, garnet and silver--the colors of blessed Night and Shadow, never the glaring greens and yellows of Earth, nor the harsh light of its Sun.

I lay on the blue-bladed grass, spent with the Power I had used, the sweet scent of blood-red zilias and violet myrhlids permeating the air, glittering sylvan trees towering over me. In this moment of unguarded attention, our enemies would have pounced upon us, and I couldn't care less. This is home, where beauty, danger and Death are one, a world standing on the brink of the  ever-looming Darkness.

My mentors once said, that Earth and Ervon are very much alike, mirrors of each other in land, sea, air, and most living things. But where Earth is Day and Light, Ervon is Night and Shadow. I never knew what great a difference that meant, until I came to Earth.

Ervon's blue star is thrice as far, shedding little light, but warmer than the Sun. The nights are twice as long as the days, but never dark, for the moon Ios sheds its bright silver light over all, a huge disc that is of itself nearly half the size of Ervon. Plants and wildlife glow with a myriad of luminous colors--ruby, violet, cobalt blue and all spectrums in between, breathtaking in their simple expression of Power. 

But this is what I have learned: where there is beauty and great power, Darkness is never far behind. Between Earth and Light stands Ervon, the Shadow World. 

A/N:  Images of Ervon created by @Sunnyrizz  - Thank you so much!! ♡