Job p1789250386-333 complete
prompt: THE RETURN OF THE OLD GODS — (the forgotten, remembered hard:1.3) the thunderer with storm in his beard — the twice-born — in a staff rooted in living wood, waking the first dawn again at the a river of stars between two worlds they left, welcomed by an eclipse holding the day to account and a changed world. majestic and remote bittersweet; the phosphor-glow of the water temples theatrical. (Stampede of lightning and open doors, the old god framed by the city they outgrew). a 24mm for the epic wide, a low angle for divine scale. BREAK liquid gold pooling in a basin the threshold of the new age; tessellated stone of a forgotten rite, mosaic of the drowned seabed the old flags; snakes drinking at the altar base, a fish in the sacred pool, a moth landing on the offering the surviving devotees. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the megalopolis at their back. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, lightning in a closed fist, stars answering a spoken name the first lightning-bolt of the second reign. the memory of fire in a cut stone, a coin in the eye of a fallen statue, the first meal of the first spring, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages
exact prompt sent: imagine THE RETURN OF THE OLD GODS — (the forgotten, remembered hard:1.3) the thunderer with storm in his beard — the twice-born — in a staff rooted in living wood, waking the first dawn again at the a river of stars between two worlds they left, welcomed by an eclipse holding the day to account and a changed world. majestic and remote bittersweet; the phosphor-glow of the water temples theatrical. (Stampede of lightning and open doors, the old god framed by the city they outgrew). a 24mm for the epic wide, a low angle for divine scale. BREAK liquid gold pooling in a basin the threshold of the new age; tessellated stone of a forgotten rite, mosaic of the drowned seabed the old flags; snakes drinking at the altar base, a fish in the sacred pool, a moth landing on the offering the surviving devotees. the colossal stair of an old ziggurat the megalopolis at their back. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, lightning in a closed fist, stars answering a spoken name the first lightning-bolt of the second reign. the memory of fire in a cut stone, a coin in the eye of a fallen statue, the first meal of the first spring, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages
