With the sun rising, the night is chased away. The sunshine yellow of the flowers bring a smile to my face.

Night sits outside the cabin walls. But here, in the night’s glow, we are safe. Time is spent in research.

Beyond the window, the forest sits. The green leaves of plants and trees turn silver in the light of the full moon. Dark clouds skitter across the sky.

The cathedral presents a timeless beauty.

The wolves here are not playful. Their claws and teeth will greet you with hunger.

The path led away from the crossroads, although no board labeled its destination. Shrubs had started to grow over it as it lay forgotten.

In the dark forest, there are no neon lights. The only cheer comes from the campfire that we hope is bright enough to keep the wolves away.

Limpid waters hide treasure and more. Serene though they may be.

The looming walls of marble greeted me in the palace of Vizima as flying buttresses dropped in textured waterfalls.

A fleeting glance, a glimpse of light, and then the clouds shift and the moment is gone.