ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (david downton:1. 4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1. 6). A surrealistic Post- Apocalyptic Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (david downton:1. 4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1. 6). In a desolate realm where twilight reigns, a lone tree stands as if kissed by the setting sun, its branches twisted and gnarled like a chorus of withered fingers grasping for the heavens. The air is heavy with an otherworldly mist that clings to the skin like a damp shroud, imbuing all it touches with a sense of forgotten memories and half- forgotten dreams. A faint glow emanates from the depths of the tree's trunk, where the bark seems to writhe and pulse like a living entity. In the background, a cityscape rises from the mist- shrouded earth, its buildings crumbling and worn like bones, as if nature has claimed them back after an eternal slumber. Towering spires pierce the sky, shrouded in a perpetual veil of mist, their delicate tips reaching for the darkness that gathers on the horizon. To one side, a band of creatures gather around a central altar, where human bones are arranged in a macabre ritual dance. Their faces aglow with ethereal light, they chant ancient incantations as they weave a tapestry of forbidden knowledge and forgotten lore. In their midst, a single figure stands apart â a lone survivor of this ravaged world, whose weary eyes seem to hold the weight of countless worlds yet unexplored. As dusk deepens, the tree's glow intensifies, casting an eerie radiance over the assembly, and bathing them all in its holy, mystical light. In this sacred moment, time seems to bend and warp, allowing us a glimpse into realms both ancient and unseen â realms where myth and legend dance with reality itself
