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prompt: THE NARROW DOOR — a stern but loving grandmother — a shrine maiden's hakama over a hoodie, a whistle shaped like a bird — finds a door in a tree-lined avenue in spring that the last day of something precious keeps. reading tea leaves with complete seriousness: the squeeze through into the bigger thing. the amber and red of a long autumn at the threshold, a clear autumn sky with migrating birds holding, the warm orange glow of a lantern pooling on the far side. cozy and intimate: the aperture. the green bite of cut grass at dusk of the hidden room, the distant bell of a temple of the world thinning to a seam. (Tight shot of the frame of the door, the body mid-squeeze, the impossible vastness beyond it) BREAK falling leaves caught mid-twirl the door's worn edge; worn wooden floorboards with gaps, a field of clover with tiny white flowers the dust of thresholds; a gecko on a warm stone, a swallow practicing swoops, a bee heavy with pollen the mouse that knows the way. a riverside town with paper lanterns the ordinary room that contains the extraordinary. BREAK the glitter of rain on a warm street, fireflies rising from the grass, moonlight catching a window pane the light through the crack. a button sewn on with different thread, a note folded into a jar on a shelf, a receipt from a bakery two towns away, a mat with one woven repair (anime, Studio Ghibli style, hand-painted background, detailed:1.2)
exact prompt sent: imagine THE NARROW DOOR — a stern but loving grandmother — a shrine maiden's hakama over a hoodie, a whistle shaped like a bird — finds a door in a tree-lined avenue in spring that the last day of something precious keeps. reading tea leaves with complete seriousness: the squeeze through into the bigger thing. the amber and red of a long autumn at the threshold, a clear autumn sky with migrating birds holding, the warm orange glow of a lantern pooling on the far side. cozy and intimate: the aperture. the green bite of cut grass at dusk of the hidden room, the distant bell of a temple of the world thinning to a seam. (Tight shot of the frame of the door, the body mid-squeeze, the impossible vastness beyond it) BREAK falling leaves caught mid-twirl the door's worn edge; worn wooden floorboards with gaps, a field of clover with tiny white flowers the dust of thresholds; a gecko on a warm stone, a swallow practicing swoops, a bee heavy with pollen the mouse that knows the way. a riverside town with paper lanterns the ordinary room that contains the extraordinary. BREAK the glitter of rain on a warm street, fireflies rising from the grass, moonlight catching a window pane the light through the crack. a button sewn on with different thread, a note folded into a jar on a shelf, a receipt from a bakery two towns away, a mat with one woven repair (anime, Studio Ghibli style, hand-painted background, detailed:1.2)
