Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"
Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"
Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"
Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"
Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"
Landscape.." The evening is filled with crystal shadows, transforming reality, rough to the point of nausea, into something fragile, exquisite, inexpressibly sad. Every pearly pink cloud is a sailboat, a dragon or an elven castle; every tree is a dozing goblin; every person is a ghost. Blood of the sunset stains the numb earth, the air is unbearably bitter"