A wandering minstrel stands atop a moss-covered boulder, lute held delicately in hand as he sings tales of mythic deeds to a gathering of enthralled giantesses beneath the ancient trees. Soft, golden light filters through the leafy canopy, casting dappled shadows on the rustic landscape. The minstrel's voice soars, his fingers dancing across the strings as dragons lazily laze in the surrounding meadows, their scales glinting like jewels in the warm glow.
