## petrified eliok house Page 1 – Establishing Shot Panel 1: Wide shot of the house, standing alone in the endless Void. CAPTION (NARRATION): It should not exist. *The house is silhouetted against swirling darkness, floating in the abyss. *Lava-forged walls glisten under dim, ambient light from an unseen source. Panel 2: Closer shot, the details of the house becoming clearer. CAPTION (NARRATION): But it does. *The foundation is obsidian, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the shifting dark beyond. *The walls are basalt, streaked with veins of iron and hematite, hardened in a time no one remembers. Panel 3: Focus on the rafters—petrified wood, lined with shimmering veins of quartz. CAPTION (NARRATION): It was fire, once. *Leaves are fossilized into the walls, delicate imprints left by something that should have burned away. The **tree still lived**, in a way. Its dryad had bound herself to the **bones of the house**, fusing bark and stone with a magic older than language. The beams in the rafters were hardened **petrified wood**, smooth-grained and gleaming with veins of quartz where resin had fossilized into crystal. Beneath them, the walls bore **leaflike impressions**, remnants of the elioak’s final breath before it became something more than a tree—before it became the house. Here, under this roof, the dryad’s family had dwelled for generations, their blood and breath woven into the land’s protection. The Void had tried to break this place many times before. It had failed. Because the house was **not just shelter—it was defiance, rooted in earth, fire, and the will to remain.** ## elioak legacy flashback Page 2 – The Elioak’s Legacy Panel 1: A vision of the past—lava pouring over a massive elioak tree, consuming it. CAPTION (NARRATION): A tree caught in the flow, burned but not broken. *The elioak is massive, twisted with age, branches reaching skyward even as fire devours it. Panel 2: Close-up of the dryad, eyes glowing as she places her hands on the burning bark. CAPTION (NARRATION): Its dryad did not run. *She is half-consumed by the molten glow, her expression resolute. Panel 3: The transition—the tree is now stone, its magic fusing with the lava, shaping the house. CAPTION (NARRATION): She bound herself to the stone. ## house adopts miria Page 3 – The House Stands Panel 1: The present—the house as it is now, silent, strong, enduring. CAPTION (NARRATION): Generations have dwelled here, beneath its petrified bones. Panel 2: A close-up of the volcanic walls, the impressions of ancient leaves still visible. CAPTION (NARRATION): It remembers them, even when the Void forgets. Panel 3: Final wide shot, zooming back out to show the Void beyond, pressing close but never quite touching. CAPTION (NARRATION): A woman comes again, bound to the house. CAPTION (NARRATION): She is not a woodwife, a dryad, or even a nymph. But the stone-bound spirit of the old elioak wearies of being alone. ##