Job p1789250386-227 complete
prompt: THE WAKE — (a god honouring the close:1.3) the keeper of gates with a key of dawn — the dawn-walker — in scars of the war that made the world, keeps greeting a hero at the gate at the still a throne room of mortal dreams. a golden particulate drift of pollen-light gentled; resigned to immortality of a farewell; the cold blaze of starlight on stone a long amber. (Funeral of stars, the immortals bowed over the ending). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, a low angle for divine scale. BREAK a stag's skull crowned with oak the laid-down crown; a field of poppies over a battlefield, earth grooved by pilgrimage the honoured stones; a fish in the sacred pool, bees in the temple eaves, a fox watching from the olive line silent at the threshold. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the departing road. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, a world-line of pure white fire, gold-dust settling on a brow the blessing-fire. the first meal of the first spring, a second moon in a priest's pupil, the memory of fire in a cut stone, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a feather from the scale's pan
exact prompt sent: imagine THE WAKE — (a god honouring the close:1.3) the keeper of gates with a key of dawn — the dawn-walker — in scars of the war that made the world, keeps greeting a hero at the gate at the still a throne room of mortal dreams. a golden particulate drift of pollen-light gentled; resigned to immortality of a farewell; the cold blaze of starlight on stone a long amber. (Funeral of stars, the immortals bowed over the ending). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, a low angle for divine scale. BREAK a stag's skull crowned with oak the laid-down crown; a field of poppies over a battlefield, earth grooved by pilgrimage the honoured stones; a fish in the sacred pool, bees in the temple eaves, a fox watching from the olive line silent at the threshold. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the departing road. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, a world-line of pure white fire, gold-dust settling on a brow the blessing-fire. the first meal of the first spring, a second moon in a priest's pupil, the memory of fire in a cut stone, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a feather from the scale's pan
