The mist hangs heavy, grey and wide,
Where changing earth and ocean meet,
Two figures standing side by side,
With rolling hills beneath their feet.
They watch the distant, fading shore,
Where silent waters slowly gleam,
And look ahead to something more,
Within a quiet, waking dream.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...