Job p1789250386-5 complete
prompt: THE FEAST — (the immortals at table:1.3) the sun-king in a chariot of gold — the veil-walker — in eyes the colour of storm-shallows, stealing fire for the ones below in a black lake holding a drowned god where the halls ring. a hush before the thunder speaks festive; ancient to the bone at its loosest; the god-light of a storm opening hearth-gold. (Long-table splendour, carved boars and singing, the gods briefly off-duty). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a bowl of embers fanned low of horn and goblet; mosaic of the drowned seabed, earth grooved by pilgrimage of carved bench and garland; a scarab rolling the sun across sand, bees in the temple eaves, a moth landing on the offering of table-dogs and birds. the smoke of a thousand old fires the smoke-hole stars. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, the glint of a sacred weapon, stars answering a spoken name the mead flashing. the sound of a drum in the water jug, a weight that tips the balance of an old soul, a feather from the scale's pan, an offering of honey in a cracked amphora, a mask of the other, self
exact prompt sent: imagine THE FEAST — (the immortals at table:1.3) the sun-king in a chariot of gold — the veil-walker — in eyes the colour of storm-shallows, stealing fire for the ones below in a black lake holding a drowned god where the halls ring. a hush before the thunder speaks festive; ancient to the bone at its loosest; the god-light of a storm opening hearth-gold. (Long-table splendour, carved boars and singing, the gods briefly off-duty). a 50mm at f/4 for the figure, the figure placed low with sky above. BREAK a bowl of embers fanned low of horn and goblet; mosaic of the drowned seabed, earth grooved by pilgrimage of carved bench and garland; a scarab rolling the sun across sand, bees in the temple eaves, a moth landing on the offering of table-dogs and birds. the smoke of a thousand old fires the smoke-hole stars. BREAK the glitter of a sea held in a cup, the glint of a sacred weapon, stars answering a spoken name the mead flashing. the sound of a drum in the water jug, a weight that tips the balance of an old soul, a feather from the scale's pan, an offering of honey in a cracked amphora, a mask of the other, self
