Fjords · Token Detail
Fjords #313
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
- #313
- Time of Day
- Night with Stars
- Season
- Autumn Colours
- Atmosphere
- Low-Hanging Storm Clouds
- Fjord Composition
- Waterfall Descent
- Human Presence
- Single Red Cabin
- Camera POV
- Aerial View
- Rarity
- Uncommon
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