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This is a part of a much larger piece I'm currently working on, but I was so proud with how this particular section turned out that I had to share it as its own work. I must say, I feel I'm quickly improving with my painting skills, and furthermore with capturing landscapes.

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The world of Aurora is largely an arid, desolate wasteland that acts as the graveyard to the native Deltan's constant warring. Aside from the natives themselves and their propensity for violent combat, the world brings more dangers to anyone visiting this planet. The sandstorms are strong enough to rip any human apart, and the variety of fauna -- large and small -- can range from a constant annoyance to a vicious threat. Outside those dangers, the heat is sometimes unbearable, and the large stretches of rolling red mountains brings nothing to write home about. For many visitors to this planet, it's a wonder why such a hellscape would earn the name of "Aurora" - something typically thought of as beautiful and full of color. To that question, even a guest having spent only a single day on the planet can answer with a simple response: "Wait for the night". Suddenly, when that night arrives, does the name make perfect sense. The moon shines in glorious gold and yellow, against the black night and surrounded by the shimmering of many stars; the once fatal sandstorms alight against the moon-light, breathing massive, swirling plumes of red, orange, violet, and blue smoke. The mountains, before a constant red, transform under the night into an array of colors; the shadows of these towering hills and peaks become as dark as the night sky, as if the endless space was as much a natural feature to this world as everything else that calls it home. Then there are the many lights. It was largely impossible to spot any Deltan clans in their homes, secluded up and within the mountains; yet once the night comes, they dotted the landscape with their fires like the stars above, and creating more columns of colorful smoke that filled the air. Then, once the night passes and the world turns back to its pure and natural red, do the guests to this world understand why it, despite its dangers, is dubbed "Aurora".

Description
This is a part of a much larger piece I'm currently working on, but I was so proud with how this particular section turned out that I had to share it as its own work. I must say, I feel I'm quickly improving with my painting skills, and furthermore with capturing landscapes.

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The world of Aurora is largely an arid, desolate wasteland that acts as the graveyard to the native Deltan's constant warring. Aside from the natives themselves and their propensity for violent combat, the world brings more dangers to anyone visiting this planet. The sandstorms are strong enough to rip any human apart, and the variety of fauna -- large and small -- can range from a constant annoyance to a vicious threat. Outside those dangers, the heat is sometimes unbearable, and the large stretches of rolling red mountains brings nothing to write home about. For many visitors to this planet, it's a wonder why such a hellscape would earn the name of "Aurora" - something typically thought of as beautiful and full of color. To that question, even a guest having spent only a single day on the planet can answer with a simple response: "Wait for the night". Suddenly, when that night arrives, does the name make perfect sense. The moon shines in glorious gold and yellow, against the black night and surrounded by the shimmering of many stars; the once fatal sandstorms alight against the moon-light, breathing massive, swirling plumes of red, orange, violet, and blue smoke. The mountains, before a constant red, transform under the night into an array of colors; the shadows of these towering hills and peaks become as dark as the night sky, as if the endless space was as much a natural feature to this world as everything else that calls it home. Then there are the many lights. It was largely impossible to spot any Deltan clans in their homes, secluded up and within the mountains; yet once the night comes, they dotted the landscape with their fires like the stars above, and creating more columns of colorful smoke that filled the air. Then, once the night passes and the world turns back to its pure and natural red, do the guests to this world understand why it, despite its dangers, is dubbed "Aurora".