Job p1789250386-223 complete
prompt: THE QUIET BETWEEN MYTHS — (a god taking the world for what it is:1.2) the thunderer with storm in his beard — the deep-voiced — in a sceptre of petrified thunder, binding a beast older than sin at the breathing a forge deep in the world's stone. lightning resting at the crown of the sky ordinary; quietly furious serene and vast; forge-flicker on determination the diffused kindness of the uneventful. (Long shot, the god small in the immensity, the canvas mostly sky). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a bowl of embers fanned low a wind-bent pine; sand stitched with serpent-tracks, marble veined like rivers of walked-down earth; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, snakes drinking at the altar base, a fish in the sacred pool of the day's small emissaries. a temple line along the ridge the horizon of the old covenant. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, a halo of dust in god-light, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the last of the low sun. a weight that tips the balance of an old soul, the sound of a drum in the water jug, a vow written on a torn sail, a mask of the other, self, a bell that rings without a clapper
exact prompt sent: imagine THE QUIET BETWEEN MYTHS — (a god taking the world for what it is:1.2) the thunderer with storm in his beard — the deep-voiced — in a sceptre of petrified thunder, binding a beast older than sin at the breathing a forge deep in the world's stone. lightning resting at the crown of the sky ordinary; quietly furious serene and vast; forge-flicker on determination the diffused kindness of the uneventful. (Long shot, the god small in the immensity, the canvas mostly sky). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a bowl of embers fanned low a wind-bent pine; sand stitched with serpent-tracks, marble veined like rivers of walked-down earth; a hummingbird near the flower-crown, snakes drinking at the altar base, a fish in the sacred pool of the day's small emissaries. a temple line along the ridge the horizon of the old covenant. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, a halo of dust in god-light, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the last of the low sun. a weight that tips the balance of an old soul, the sound of a drum in the water jug, a vow written on a torn sail, a mask of the other, self, a bell that rings without a clapper
