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| Walking the sunlit path |
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| The city of Meridian, from a distance |
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| Carja soldiers stand guard at Meridian |
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| Hanging on from the head of a Tallneck |
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| Taking in the vastness of the snow covered terrain |
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| Aloy tries to do a one-leg stand from a point where trees are reduced to dark lines protruding out of the fog |
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| Quite a place to show off her tightrope skills |
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| Scary how much she trusts the rope |
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| Surrounded with fog, Aloy looks on as a mysterious colour floats in the lake |
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| Fascinating northern lights in Horizon's skies |
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| A bit of rest for the mount and rider before the sprint |
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| Aloy gazes at the distant lands from a Meridian balustrade |
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| Aloy, donning a Banuk Ice Hunter outfit |
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| Carja priests pray for the departed |
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| Riding a machine into the city of Meridian |
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| Cold mist sweeps over the mountains lying ahead |
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| Travelled this far, with a long way still to go |
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| The volcanic eruption in the distance gives the snow a pleasant, pink hue |
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| Watching the dry and rusted ruins from a distance |
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| Scrounging amidst the ruins |
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| Strong satellite dishes of yore have completely fallen apart |
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| The sun prepares to set as fog envelops the land below |
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| An imposing cliff stands in Aloy's path |
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| An interesting landform reminiscent of terrace farming |
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| The unique architectural design of The Spire |
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| A nighttime stroll through the entrance of Meridian |
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| Inside a crumbling mountain facility of the Old Ones |
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| Aloy leaps in midair over a 40-foot drop |
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| Try not to look down, Aloy |
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| Venturing into the unknown through what seems like an artery of a beast that operates on wires and electricity |
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| Amongst the ruins of what would once have been a mundane flyover |
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| At the banks of a frozen stream |
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| Sliding down the rail of a gigantic machine buried in snow |
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| Taking a swim in the serene waters of the dryland |
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| Clutching on to a Tallneck, while ancient structures of stone and sand withstand the test of time |
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| Racing through a sunlit wetland with Bandits blocking the way |
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| Admiring the sheer scale of the snow covered mountains from the foothills |
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| Getting closer to the peak |
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| Face-to-face with a mountain range |
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| Wading through the water, onwards |
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| On a wooden deck, watching a friend lament the loss of a dear one |
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| Watching the city of Meridian, surrounded by a beautiful flower formation |
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| A brief respite in still waters as sunlight filters through |
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| On another one of her midnight adventures |
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| Aloy takes in the view as Carja soldiers consult among themselves |
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| Riding through the forest on the back of a friendly machine |
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| Aloy watches as a solitary figure stands over the edge of a ruined structure |
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| His footprints still fresh, Aloy stands where the solitary figure stood, trying to feel what he felt |
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| Feeling the snow falling on her gloved hands |
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| Aloy steps into the bright day behind Rost |
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| Surrounded by iron and steel, Aloy hangs on |
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| Imposing hills look over solemn waters |
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| Ruins of a forgotten era, reclaimed by nature |
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| Outside the highly secured and reinforced door of a Cauldron - ancient, high-tech manufacturing facilities left by the Old Ones |
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| Getting through a Cauldron door |
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| Inside the Cauldron |
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| Fragments of snow over stony undulations |
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| The path ahead is all but easy |
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| Aloy needs to keep going steady as the stream |
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| Watching the downpour while feeling it before anyone else, atop a high cliff |
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| A faithful Strider machine carries Aloy over the bridge in the twilight hour |
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| The moon bearing witness to Aloy's journey through the forest |
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| A sturdy wooden bridge to ease the way forward |
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| A view of the distant hills from inside a small shrine |
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| The last moments of a Watcher machine as Aloy digs her spear into its metal frame |
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| Trying to unravel the intricacies of a shrine by the path |
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