The Everdusk is the perpetual twilight that cloaks the deep glades of the sylvaneth, a liminal gloom where the boundary between the physical world and the spirit-song grows thin. Neither day nor true night, it is the sacred hour of the forest-folk, when the ancient trees whisper of ages past and the wyldwoods stir with restless, verdant life.
Within the Everdusk, the sylvaneth draw closest to the will of Alarielle the Everqueen, hearing her song carried on the wind through root and branch. It is a time of both tranquillity and menace, for the shadowed glades that seem so peaceful can turn upon intruders in a heartbeat, thorned boughs lashing out at any who defile the sacred quiet.
The Everdusk endures wherever the forest-souls hold sway, a fragment of the world's slumbering serenity preserved against the encroaching ruin. To walk within it uninvited is to trespass upon something older than kings, and few who do so are ever seen again.