Tessa
The cave is a beautiful sight, sunlight pours into the chamber from holes in the cave roof, a stream of fresh clean water flows through, water flows in through roof, pine trees sprout from the ground as if they were outdoors in the forest. The ground is lush and green butterflies and bees fly around pollinating colorful flowers. On the far end of the cavern the wall is bursting with roots, at the top of it is a massive tree with pink leaves and silver-white bark. There are plenty of pilgrims around, mostly Nords, but a few Bretons and Imperials
Donald
He stands proud, and mumbles a prayer under his breath. "Here we are, the Sanctuary of the Eldergleam. Tread carefully, and be mindful of other pilgrims."
Anthony
*Rodric, for a moment, was struck dumb with amazement. He picked up the smell of people, the faint aroma of nectar, the smell of pollen and wildflowers. He heard the rush of water and the rustling of a breeze through the flora. His senses almost slowed down as he looked around, gazing on at everything he saw. And yet, somehow it wasn't overpowering. The capstone of the journey was the tree, the colossal tree that towered over the rest of the Sanctuary's inhabiting plants. Something like that could only be the Eldergleam that Crag had mentioned.*

"It's... Beautiful, brother. I'm not that knowledgeable of pilgrimages, but I'll try not to bother them. Hopefully it won't be my size."
Donald
"You won't be able to go the Eldergleam itself, but it's not necessary to, it's better to observe it from a distance. Just sit, and take it all in." He says, walking toward one of the ledges by the stream and taking a seat