In the night, against a twilight sky of blood red and orange and the northern star is the only light of white that highlights fare skin, look towards the raven haired woman, her back to the camera, looking out over a calm river beneath a broken bridge. Movement, silk, watch the wind touch. She stands against the coming darkness, a spot of darkened light that steals across the land like the fog that creeps from the riverbanks to blanket the meadows and set the dew to frost in the comin' morning.

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