Morwenna
On a rough path, high up, in front of a lit cave, stands a robed, hooded, white-bearded man holding in his left hand a staff and in his right a lit lantern. At his feet there lies an hourglass on its side, and behind him on the ground are two black birds, perhaps crows or ravens. There are mountains in the distance, but on the same level as where he's standing; the closest ridge, which seems to be the edge of a cliff, is lined with pine trees or other conifers. It seems to be daylight, because the far peaks seem to be sunlit, but it's dark and cloudy overhead.
His garb is simple: a brown robe and hooded cloak, a rope belt, sandals. He seems to be the typical hermit of most decks. What I find interesting is the hourglass: lying on its side as it is, it is not showing the passage of time. Perhaps time does not apply to him or to his position; he is, in a sense, timeless. His search for truth and enlightenment is equally timeless. Daylight or no, the cave is lit, and his lantern is ablaze.
The ravens: can anyone speak about them?
His garb is simple: a brown robe and hooded cloak, a rope belt, sandals. He seems to be the typical hermit of most decks. What I find interesting is the hourglass: lying on its side as it is, it is not showing the passage of time. Perhaps time does not apply to him or to his position; he is, in a sense, timeless. His search for truth and enlightenment is equally timeless. Daylight or no, the cave is lit, and his lantern is ablaze.
The ravens: can anyone speak about them?