The trees were not green, but shades of violet and charcoal, swaying in a wind that carried the scent of ozone and old paper. This was the Hinterland, a place where creativity manifested as physical geography.
The trees were not green, but shades of violet and charcoal, swaying in a wind that carried the scent of ozone and old paper. This was the Hinterland, a place where creativity manifested as physical geography.