ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (dave perillo:1. 4), as a (high shutter speed:1. 6). A surrealistic Gaslamp Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (dave perillo:1. 4), as a (high shutter speed:1. 6). In the heart of a forgotten district, where fog rolled off the murky Thames like a damp shroud, the gas lamps seemed to writhe and twist, as if alive. The air was heavy with the scent of coal smoke and ozone, and the sky above pulsed with an otherworldly energy that seemed to seep from the very stones themselves. As one wandered down the narrow streets, the flickering light cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the buildings themselves were shifting and contorting into fantastical forms. The gas lamps hung like lanterns in a madman's garden, casting a warm, golden glow over the deserted alleys. The buildings loomed above, their facades twisted with gnarled vines and ivy, as if they had grown organically from the very walls themselves. Windows glowed like embers in the darkness, casting an ethereal light that seemed to seep into every pore of the scene. As one delved deeper into this forsaken district, the sound of whispers grew louder, echoing off the walls and swirling around you like a maddening vortex. The gas lamps pulsed faster, their flames dancing with an eerie, blue- green light that seemed to match the rhythm of your own heart. And then, there was the mist – a great, billowing cloud that seemed to writhe and twist like a living thing. It shrouded everything in its path, rendering all visibility but a few feet away utterly impossible. Yet, despite its oppressive presence, you couldn't help feeling drawn into its depths, as if it held