Job p1789250386-31 complete
prompt: THE CHARIOT — (a god crosswise to the sky:1.3) the earth-mother with roots in her gown — the oaths-binder — in a skin of polished bronze, drives drinking from the cup of memories aboard the chariot across a throne room of mortal dreams. a golden particulate drift of pollen-light scattering; buoyant with divine mischief of the great march; the cold blaze of starlight on stone ahead like a promise. (Dynamic side-pan, the team mid-stride, the wheels throwing sparks of divine fire). a 24mm for the epic wide, a vertical frame for the temple height. BREAK an altar of carved recumbent animals the reins of woven light; a field of poppies over a battlefield, earth grooved by pilgrimage the road of the sky; a fox watching from the olive line, crows on a cord of fate, a wolf at respectful distance the parting clouds. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the whole world opening. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, the glint of a sacred weapon, a world-line of pure white fire, gold-dust settling on a brow the wheel-sparks. the first meal of the first spring, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a broken oar honoured in the temple
exact prompt sent: imagine THE CHARIOT — (a god crosswise to the sky:1.3) the earth-mother with roots in her gown — the oaths-binder — in a skin of polished bronze, drives drinking from the cup of memories aboard the chariot across a throne room of mortal dreams. a golden particulate drift of pollen-light scattering; buoyant with divine mischief of the great march; the cold blaze of starlight on stone ahead like a promise. (Dynamic side-pan, the team mid-stride, the wheels throwing sparks of divine fire). a 24mm for the epic wide, a vertical frame for the temple height. BREAK an altar of carved recumbent animals the reins of woven light; a field of poppies over a battlefield, earth grooved by pilgrimage the road of the sky; a fox watching from the olive line, crows on a cord of fate, a wolf at respectful distance the parting clouds. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the whole world opening. BREAK stars answering a spoken name, the glint of a sacred weapon, a world-line of pure white fire, gold-dust settling on a brow the wheel-sparks. the first meal of the first spring, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, a broken oar honoured in the temple
