The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

The melancholic, perfumed air of Azshara gradually thinned, replaced by a crisp, biting cold. The iridescent foliage gave way to hardy, dark-needled pines and the ground hardened under a blanket of frost. The gentle, rolling hills steepened into formidable, snow-capped peaks that clawed at a…

The wild, windswept coastline gradually softened. The crashing waves subsided into a gentle lap against a shore of smooth, grey pebbles. The air grew thick with a strange, sweet perfume, a scent of exotic blossoms and salt that was both alluring and unsettling. The landscape…

The dense, humid embrace of Feralas thinned, the air shifting from the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers to the sharp, clean tang of salt and the vast, open breath of the sea. The towering, ancient trees gave way to windswept bluffs and a…

The blinding white expanse of the Shimmering Flats yielded to the familiar, humid embrace of Feralas. The air grew thick with the scent of damp earth, blooming night flowers, and the rich, decaying perfume of the jungle. The oppressive silence of the salt flats was…

The deep, shadowed silence of the Thousand Needles gave way to a new, vast openness. The towering spires receded, and the canyon walls flattened into an immense, shimmering plain of hard-packed salt and gypsum. The air, once still and cool in the depths, now danced…