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/imagine prompt: Imagine a journey through a barren and desolate landscape, where the sun is slowly sinking into the horizon. A group of crows perched on a gnarled old tree, their cries filling the air with a mournful sound. A small, weather-worn bridge crosses a stream, its babbling waters providing a soothing contrast to the eerie silence of the surroundings. Smoke drifts upwards from a nearby cottage, hinting at the presence of other people in this remote and lonely place. On the ancient path, a thin horse struggles to move forward against the relentless west wind, bearing the weight of a solitary traveler who seems lost in thought. As the light fades from the sky, the traveler is enveloped by the darkness, left to navigate their journey alone.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
/imagine prompt: The sky is tinged with a deep shade of dusk as a flock of ravens perches on an old tree entwined with withered vines. Their mournful cries fill the air. A stream rushes noisily under a small bridge, while the smoke from a nearby farmhouse curls up into the sky. A skinny horse struggles to make its way through the desolate path against the ferocious western wind. As the sun gradually loses its brilliance, it sinks below the horizon. In the frigid darkness of the night, a solitary traveler wanders aimlessly in a far-off place.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
/imagine prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on the old tree entangled in withered vines, emitting a mournful cry. Under the small bridge, the flowing water made a sound, and smoke curled up from the houses of the farmers by the bridge. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled to advance against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, only lonely travelers drift in distant places:: defocus::-0.5 --ar 1:1 --v 5.1 --quality 2 --s 100 --c 20
/imagine prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on the old tree entangled in withered vines, emitting a mournful cry. Under the small bridge, the flowing water made a sound, and smoke curled up from the houses of the farmers by the bridge.:: defocus::-0.5 --ar 1:1 --v 5.1 --quality 2 --s 500 --c 50
/imagine prompt: At dusk, the flowing water under the small bridge made a sound, and smoke curled up from the houses of the farmers by the small bridge.:: defocus::-0.5 --ar 1:1 --v 5.1 --quality 2 --s 500 --c 50
The city was a maze of narrow streets and winding alleys, its buildings towering above like giants. The air was thick with the scent of spices and smoke, and the sound of vendors hawking their wares filled the air. The streets were alive with people, their colorful clothing and lively chatter adding to the vibrant atmosphere towards the sky like outstretched arms. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of pine and earth --seed 3544485286
The battlefield was a scene of chaos and destruction, with smoke and dust obscuring the sun. The sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air, and the ground shook beneath our feet. The only sign of life was the occasional cry of a wounded soldier, and the smell of blood and death hung heavy in the air --seed 3544485286
Do not listen to the sound of leaves rustling through the woods, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo stick and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? With a raincoat, enjoy the smoke and rain throughout life. The cold spring breeze sobers people up, slightly cold, shining diagonally on the mountaintop. Looking back at desolate places, going home, neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.
Do not listen to the sound of leaves rustling through the woods, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo stick and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? With a raincoat, enjoy the smoke and rain throughout life. The cold spring breeze sobers people up, slightly cold, shining diagonally on the mountaintop. Looking back at desolate places, going home, neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.