The howling fog
Our light shines the brightest when we meet the setting sun, for we rest our sincerest when the humbling fire ceases at our final bask. Take my hand and walk me away before I lose my path astray for the devil's tracing me to my perched serenity only his malice knows how much I dread guilty. source: https://rare-gallery.com/966879-forest-monochrome-trees-nature-low-angle.html