Whispy wisps of (ethereal mist:1.8) dance upon the surface of a luminous orb, as if the very fabric of reality is being woven by an unseen force. A delicate latticework of iridescent filaments stretches forth from the sphere's core, shimmering with an otherworldly glow that seems to pulse in tandem with the gentle rustle of leaves on the nearby (treetops:1.2). The atmosphere itself appears to be alive, as wisps of vapor rise and fall like the undulating manes of a mystical steed, their tender tendrils curling around the orb's periphery like an ethereal bouquet of starlight.