Some come seeking trade, others seeking shelter, but all who linger too long may find themselves caught in the web of nature’s quiet, humming rhythm.

The air is thick with the scent of wildflowers, their reds, purples, yellows, and whites painting the meadow in nature’s own mosaic.

Travelers passing along the winding road might stop for a sip of fresh well water or a jar of liquid gold—if the bees, the wilds, or something more sinister don’t claim the place first.

THE BEEESSS!!!!!

New Map Pack | Astral Storm The air hums with crackling energy as jagged stone islands drift above the raging maelstrom below, each floating shard a remnant of some long-forgotten cataclysm. 30x40 patreon.com/posts/124079540

Ruined Steps Suspended high above an endless sea of trees, the ancient ruins drift, their purpose long forgotten. patreon.com/posts/12534712…

Wild West Saloon | Off a dusty frontier road, where law is more suggestion than rule, the saloon rises like a beacon of mischief and mayhem. patreon.com/posts/125966589

New Map Pack | Wild West Pass Dust hangs thick in the air as the sun beats down on a lone road winding through rugged hills and scorched mesas. 40x40 | 100 ppi | 140 ppi versions available for free download on my Patreon. patreon.com/posts/126543190