Tall pointed towers rise from a misty wooded hill, their dark silhouettes softened by drifting fog. A pale full moon glows behind the tallest spire, tinting the storm clouds a dusty amber.

Ravens sweep across the sky in loose, impressionistic strokes, a few large in the foreground and many tiny ones near the moon. The surface reads like an aged oil painting, with visible canvas weave, soft glazes and fine craquelure, in a muted palette of umber, taupe and faded gold.