The Nirnroot and the Dunmer
On a small island out the coast of Anvil it stood; a lone Nirnroot. Tucked away under a protruding rock and only inches away from the vast ocean facing west. How long it has been there is anyone's guess, but it's still there and that's all that matters. Not least to the Nirnroot itself.
This particular evening, as the sun was setting, the Nirnroot was for a moment no longer lonely. A Dunmer now stood there as well, just off to the right behind it, observing the sunset just as the Nirnroot did. The evening breeze made small ripples in the water of which there was nothing else as far as the eye could see. The horizon being the only thing seperating the ocean from the sky.
When the sun had set and night had fallen, the Dunmer was gone. Off towards Anvil to find a bed and perhaps something to eat. It was now chilly outside with stars decorating the sky. Time for the Dunmer to get inside a warm and friendly place.
Back on the little island, the Nirnroot still stood overlooking the waters. Quietly singing its song as it had done for many years. Quiet, but still loud enough to let the world know it existed.
And it kept singing through the night.