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.

Dawn in the village is a quiet moment of reflection before the day begins.

From across the lake, the fortress looms, overshadowed by the gathering storm.

Peasants have few possessions but the ones they have hold a rustic charm.

Another day dawns and I find myself out amongst the fisherfolk on the shore of the lake.

A breeze blows past the farmland surrounding the village. Birds take wing.

Hidden alleys are all around, even in the peasant villages. These are much better than the dark ones of the cities.

Even in the muck of the peasant villages, vibrant colors can be seen.

Geralt of Rivia stands silent, watching, waiting, as the shadows advance.