Fjords · Token Detail
Fjords #39
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
- #39
- Time of Day
- Overcast Noon
- Season
- Summer Clarity
- Atmosphere
- Gentle Drizzle
- Fjord Composition
- Sheer Cliff Walls
- Human Presence
- None
- Camera POV
- Cliffside Overview
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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