The Veil of Fate
Beneath the heavy shroud of mist, where light dares not linger long, the waterfall plummets like the blade of a vengeful god. The land glows with an eerie gold — not of life, but of omen — as though warning of the Norns’ weaving their web of fate. Shadows coil in the deep chasm where the waters crash, and the air hums with echoes of ancient blood-oaths and forgotten battles. Here, on the edge of Midgard, one feels the weight of the old powers — silent, watching, patient.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
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Beneath the heavy shroud of mist, where light dares not linger long, the waterfall plummets like the blade of a vengeful god. The land glows with an eerie gold — not of life, but of omen — as though warning of the Norns’ weaving their web of fate. Shadows coil in the deep chasm where the waters crash, and the air hums with echoes of ancient blood-oaths and forgotten battles. Here, on the edge of Midgard, one feels the weight of the old powers — silent, watching, patient.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what The Veil of Fate would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!
Beneath the heavy shroud of mist, where light dares not linger long, the waterfall plummets like the blade of a vengeful god. The land glows with an eerie gold — not of life, but of omen — as though warning of the Norns’ weaving their web of fate. Shadows coil in the deep chasm where the waters crash, and the air hums with echoes of ancient blood-oaths and forgotten battles. Here, on the edge of Midgard, one feels the weight of the old powers — silent, watching, patient.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what The Veil of Fate would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!