This cover didn’t just take us on a journey of light and shadow—it drove us off a cliff into the foggy realm of graphic design limbo and left us there to be pecked by stray birds.
Let’s start with the first offense: the title. It begins normally enough, with that grand fantasy serif font whispering promises of magical intrigue… until it gets hijacked by random cryptic symbols. One moment you’re reading “Light,” the next you’re deciphering an ancient rune that looks like it came from the secret menu at a Renaissance Faire. It’s not one Easter egg—it’s the whole hunt, and none of it makes sense. It’s like the alphabet had a midlife crisis halfway through the title and started dating a Dungeons & Dragons character sheet.
Now, onto the color palette, which appears to be brought to you by the words “rosy” and “haze.” Every element is shrouded in this dreamy fog that might as well be a Photoshop brush named “Ambiguity.” The glowing lights? They’re glowing from nowhere. There’s a bow. There are arrows. There’s magic? But also… is there a campfire off screen? A glowing sun? A comet? We don’t know. The light sources multiply like rabbits, and none of them follow logic.
But the pièce de résistance: the birds. So. Many. Birds. What are they doing there? Are they plot-relevant, or did someone leave the “mystical ambiance” stock overlay on full blast? They’re floating through the murk like avian interns lost on the way to a better fantasy novel.
Let’s talk about the character, because she deserves better. She’s poised, ready, and could totally carry a fantasy epic—but here, she’s trapped inside a faux-painterly AI haze, caught between awkward posing, muddled lighting, and a background that looks like a cotton candy thunderstorm.
Is it high fantasy? Is it softcore steampunk? Is it a YA coming-of-age tale disguised as a fragrance ad? We may never know. All we can say for sure is this cover is less “epic saga” and more “Pinterest prophecy.”
Final judgment: This garden is overgrown, over-symbolized, and under-designed. Let’s prune the fonts, clear the fog, and call the birds an Uber.