Job p1789250386-140 complete
prompt: THE FIRST VOW — (the oath that made the world old:1.3) the death-goddess with kindness in her eyes — the serpent-brother — in a staff rooted in living wood, binding a beast older than sin that binds forever at a marketplace of the dead and gone. snow landing on summer flowers holding its breath; ancient to the bone solemn; the even radiance of the first day ceremonial. (Altar-focus, the hands joined over the flame, witnesses fading into dark). a 14mm under the temple columns, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a laurel wreath fallen on stone the woven offertory; the mirror-flat of a sacred pool, a field of poppies over a battlefield the oath-stone; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, a fish in the sacred pool, a scarab rolling the sun across sand the assembled witnesses. mountains with the night behind them the first ripple of the consequence. BREAK a halo of dust in god-light, the glitter of a sea held in a cup, the shimmer of a burnished chariot, lightning in a closed fist the word made visible. a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a vow written on a torn sail, a bell that rings without a clapper, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages
exact prompt sent: imagine THE FIRST VOW — (the oath that made the world old:1.3) the death-goddess with kindness in her eyes — the serpent-brother — in a staff rooted in living wood, binding a beast older than sin that binds forever at a marketplace of the dead and gone. snow landing on summer flowers holding its breath; ancient to the bone solemn; the even radiance of the first day ceremonial. (Altar-focus, the hands joined over the flame, witnesses fading into dark). a 14mm under the temple columns, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a laurel wreath fallen on stone the woven offertory; the mirror-flat of a sacred pool, a field of poppies over a battlefield the oath-stone; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, a fish in the sacred pool, a scarab rolling the sun across sand the assembled witnesses. mountains with the night behind them the first ripple of the consequence. BREAK a halo of dust in god-light, the glitter of a sea held in a cup, the shimmer of a burnished chariot, lightning in a closed fist the word made visible. a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a vow written on a torn sail, a bell that rings without a clapper, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages
