Every time I go to Stirk, and I’ve been there at least ten times, I almost always arrive at nearly but not always the same time – the magic hour just reaching its last tendrils over before the evening ends and night begins. The sun nears the horizon; night gathers above, bejeweled and waiting. I imagine that the sea breeze is balmy, and perhaps I can taste sorrow in the air – the Crimson Ship carried its burden hopeless into that endless Abecean Sea and were lost. Who mourns them?
Somehow, the lighting is always like this in Stirk. I’ve been there with 4 characters now, and it’s all been like this. Beautiful soft pink blue and lavender hues. Wish there was a town there I could stay in.