Eternal Autumn

Reddish leaves swirl in the wind like lost souls in search of rest. Like an open sketchbook focused on my dreams, this land is forever pictured as a comforting Autumn dusk. Replete with a golden sky, with crackling river water & bubbling marshes that dot the land, it feels like a Romantic artist's canvas...

... but further down the path, it is as if the shadows are swallowing the surroundings whole, without a penchant of logic or drop of meaning. It is as if, the only reason for this lies in darkness itself. Like royalty that rules the black void, entombed in the night infinite - it is she, the Eternal Mistress of Shadows.

Some connections are made to be discovered, while others remain unseen. Some lands are best never spoken, as their hell lies in between...