The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
A girl with a cloak holds a staff against the background of cold rocksA girl with a cloak holds a staff against the background of cold rocks
The monster and the guards with bows watch the ship sailing down the river between the rocksThe monster and the guards with bows watch the ship sailing down the river between the rocks