*******Moon Log Day Two******* Amidst the enchanting groves, the Eldertrees' whispers weave through the night air. Yearning for connection with the sunlit realms, my gaze ascends to the starry canvas, craving the warmth of human bonds. Shadows pirouette on the moonlit path as I inscribe my heart's longing in elven runes, upon parchment spun from the very essence of moonlight- how much longer must I yearn? *******End Transmission*******