It is night. A small river gurgles nearby. It is one of the few permanent waterways in a strange land. Extending in all directions are rolling hills, furrowed by passing water and grown over in the valleys with an odd kind of briar. There are very few trees here, though farther west a true forest sprouts ont the slopes down from the heights.
It is night. A small river gurgles nearby. It is one of the few permanent waterways in a strange land. Extending in all directions are rolling hills, furrowed by passing water and grown over in the valleys with an odd kind of briar. There are very few trees here, though farther west a true forest sprouts ont the slopes down from the heights.
It is night. A small river gurgles nearby. It is one of the few permanent waterways in a strange land. Extending in all directions are rolling hills, furrowed by passing water and grown over in the valleys with an odd kind of briar. There are very few trees here, though farther west a true forest sprouts ont the slopes down from the heights.
a painting of a river at night
a black and white illustration of a river at night
a river runs through a grassy field at night
an image of a river flowing through a field at night