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in game photography

All photos were taken on PS5 in Quality mode with ray-tracing, and post-processed in Affinity Photo. Cinematic angles are the result of looking through the telescope, or crouching in front of a large rock to clip the camera through my character.

A rolling plain covered in piercing blue flowers and grey stone grave markers. Dark pine trees rise through pale white mist into a purple sky. A small golden shard of Grace shines amidst the flowers to the right, and in the distance large stone ships with carved sterns jut from the rising cliffs. Gille the Confessor sits at Graceside, clad in rough-carved armour and wearing a metal circlet. Beyond the golden light, a field of cerulean blue recedes into the distance, where stone grave-ships emerge from the hillside at obtuse angles. A rolling field of cerulean flowers, scattered with large grey gravestones, some covered in smaller gravestones. In the mid-ground, a stream wends through the flowers, a pale mist rising from the water, and beyond that, a path climbs up towards a distant cliff topped with large stone ships. A shard of Grace overlooking a rolling landscape of shining blue flowers, beneath a clouded sky. Pine-trees line grey cliffs, and in the distance, ship-like tombs jut at unsettling angles beneath piercring blue petals on the wind. A close-up of a rainy field of piercing-blue flowers, their petals visible amidst the wash of colour. Arch-shaped gravestones with a hole in the centre lean at uncomfortable angles above the grass, beneath the oxen-shaped figureheads of stone graveships, and the sky is grey and full of veils. A clearing amongst dark pine-trees, where glowing red-and-blue worm spirits rise out of patches of bright blue flowers. A golden cross-and-crescent standing in a wash of blue flowers, beneath heavy grey clouds. Jagged grey spires pierce the sky, fading into the distance. A thick grey gravestone, rising into a dark clouded sky. The front of the stone has been clad in many smaller gravestones and climbing ferns. Beneath the gravestone, a slash of blue flowers leads to the left. A wide open hillside, awash with blue flowers and grey gravestones, beneath a dark-grey clouded sky. Glowing blue petals float on the wind above dark pine trees. Gille stands before a golden cross, in a field of blue flowers beneath a sky so dark it's almost black. A line of pine trees cuts diagonally from top right to bottom left, following an unseen cliff-edge, and in the distance, high above, a pale city of spiralling stairs reaches towards ephemeral veils. A rainy field on the edge of a forest, where tortoises roam beneath teetering gravestones. Blue flowers grow beneath the trees, and a glimmer of Grace shines from the edge of a flooded hollow. A rainy crater beneath sheer grey cliffs, festooned with ornately-carved spires in the unmistakable shape of fingers. The foreground is in deep shadow, and glimmers of gold can be seen in the carvings of the closest spires. A view of the finger ruins from within, where multiple layers of finger-spires recede into the darkness and blue-grey mist. High cliffs tower overhead, and only a glimpse of clouded sky can be seen in the top-left corner. A view across the finger ruins, cloaked in vivid purple fog and speckled with blue sparks. A cluster of finger spires stands in the bottom-right, around a finger-shaped bell, and high above, the setting sun shines golden on the jagged cliff-tops. The Scadutree weeps gold in the distance. A cluster of finger-shaped spires suffused in blue fog, reaching to the left. A tall mountain spire rises behind them, off the top of the image, and in the foreground a dark cliff-face frames the shot to the bottom-left. An open ceremonial tomb - topped with an emaciated corpse - sits in the lee of a vast bent stone finger. Beyond, a path leads into the distance, to where a colossal dragon lies dead upon a cliff-top. A circle of giant stone fingers, gleaming with golden detailing, at the heart of a crater of strangely-eroded rock, beneath carved walls. The air is heavy with misty rain and floating blue particles. A view from the bottom of a chasm, following a winding path up towards a shaft of light from above. The image is entirely monochrome except for a pinprick of Grace in the bottom-right. A vast underground cavern wreathed in purple mist, where vast graves fashioned into stone replicas of sailing ships jut from the walls. Long, needle-like stalactites pierce down from the rocky ceiling, and the abyss below descends out of sight. A view from a clifftop in a purple-infused underground cavern. Scruffy grass in the foreground descends to a procession of stone grave-ships descending into the mist. To the left, graves can be seen atop the deck of a ship protruding from the cavern wall. A close-up of a pair of grave-ships, lit with pale purple light. They are carved like the stern of galleons, with a protruding upper deck and carved animal figureheads. Small arches run along the rear panel, and within each arch are carved reliefs of humanoid figures. An underground chasm wreathed in purple fog. A succession of large stone graveships form a broken bridge across to the grey cliffs opposite. Gille the Confessor, in ragged armour, runs through a shallow underground lake towards a golden cross and crescent moon on the shore. A bow wave ripples behind her, and in the background, grey stone ships protruding from the rock are cast in shades of purple. A golden cross-and-crescent standing in a patch of dirt on the shore of an underground lake. The rocky ceiling above is heavy with sharp-pointed stalactites, and the chasm wends its way into the distant purple fog beyond. A shard of Grace shining brightly at the foot of a flight of stairs on the deck of a stone graveship, deep underground. In the Gracelight sit peaceful rows of dead animals, as if they paused in reverence of some deity and never moved agin. A vast purple cavern at the bottom of the chasm, filled with purple fog and froth-licked water. There are many stalactites, and at the far side of the lake an eye-shaped rent in the rock leads deeper into the overwhelming purple. A shard of Grace upon grey sands, surrounded by vivid purple waters and dark stalactites. A ray of pale light shines from high above. An underground chamber, littered with silver flowers and glowing purple blossoms. At the heart of the space stands an indistinct figure in flowing purple robes. Gille kneels before Saint Trina, who slumbers amidst her purple robes, her head laid upon her arms in rest. Her hair is a sea of vivid purple, flowing around her and behind her. Gille reaches out with one gloved hand to the sleeping demigod. A view from over Saint Trina's shoulder, to where Gille kneels before her, gazing up at her face. Trina's hair is long and flowing, and a large purple flower grows where you'd expect her head to be, with veil-like ribbons trailing down her back. The cavern is wreathed in purple, and at the rear, a man in a white robe kneels in supplication, his head bowed. Gille lies dead on the floor at Saint Trina's feet, having supped from the saintly poison. A circle of pale purple flowers arcs across the floor, while both Saint and supplicant dream the eternal dream.
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