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All my images - including base, evolutions and final results - and poetry are prohibited from commercial use.
NOTE FOR TRY: generation started in Flux
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** Skyfish Valley (An Entrance) **
The old man in his worn chair,
eyes heavy, breath slowing,
his heartbeat still barely felt.
His world fades—
the familiar blurs,
the house of his being crumbling,
his blind eyes, like windows long gone,
their frames now empty—
In the quiet of decay, a shimmer appears—
silver fish shoot through the air,
beckoning him forward.
A hesitant step,
he follows them to the entrance,
the great gate ahead—
the unknown awaiting,
as the dark clouds echo his fear—
Gently the silver guides,
in their ethereal waters,
carry him past,
beyond the mountains,
where silence reigns…
With love, © Aífe