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Fjords #213
Each Fjords token is a complete cinematic landscape: mountain walls, deep water, atmospheric layers, realistic clouds, snow or rain, and light behaviour consistent with high-end photography.
Scenes include dawn mist, heavy storm fronts, lightning strikes, aurora nights, winter whiteouts, and glass-calm golden hours. Human presence — a cabin, a ship, a road — appears rarely and subtly.
The result is an intimate portrait of northern wilderness, captured as if by a travelling photographer.

Token information
- Collection
- Fjords
- Token ID
- #213
- Time of Day
- Aurora Night
- Season
- Winter Snow & Ice
- Atmosphere
- Lightning Web Fjord
- Fjord Composition
- Glacier Tongue
- Human Presence
- Cabin Window POV
- Camera POV
- Through a Window
- Rarity
- Epic
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