When Dreams Turn to Dust

Glamorous Woman Playing Piano in Vintage Lounge

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EmmAI
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  When Dreams Turn to Dust
  
  Model: AIVision
  
  Size: 2981 X 1677 (5.00 MP)
  
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  Prompt: Mesmerizing evocative dreamy oil painting, expressive hard brush strokes, textured oil on canvas, dynamic paint splashes, drifting paint splatters, thick palette knife technique reminiscent of Mona Edulesco, evoking the iconic style of Van Gogh, winter cold dark muted desaturated colours, intricate details, bold and confident EmmAI composition, masterful blending of sad colours, intense emotion, dramatic lighting. A dimly lit, smoky jazz bar in 1950s Tokyo, bathed in candlelight and neon reflections. A sultry jazz singer with husky, deep vocals, draped in velvet, sings at a grand piano, her lips red as lost love. Smoke curls from a cigarette in her elegant fingers, shadows dancing across the bar’s mahogany wood. A lone listener in a fedora, half-hidden in the dim light, watches from the corner—his past still lingers in the air like a forgotten song. The muted trumpet sighs, the atmosphere is thick with longing and unsaid goodbyes. Cinematic, noir, melancholic, dripping in jazz romance.
  
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Prompt: Mesmerizing evocative dreamy oil painting, expressive hard brush strokes, textured oil on canvas, dynamic paint splashes, drifting paint splatters, thick palette knife technique reminiscent of Mona Edulesco, evoking the iconic style of Van Gogh, winter cold dark muted desaturated colours, intricate details, bold and confident EmmAI composition, masterful blending of sad colours, intense emotion, dramatic lighting. A dimly lit, smoky jazz bar in 1950s Tokyo, bathed in candlelight and neon reflections. A sultry jazz singer with husky, deep vocals, draped in velvet, sings at a grand piano, her lips red as lost love. Smoke curls from a cigarette in her elegant fingers, shadows dancing across the bar’s mahogany wood. A lone listener in a fedora, half-hidden in the dim light, watches from the corner—his past still lingers in the air like a forgotten song. The muted trumpet sighs, the atmosphere is thick with longing and unsaid goodbyes. Cinematic, noir, melancholic, dripping in jazz romance.

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A glamorous woman in a feathered hat plays a piano in an elegantly lit room. Smoky ambiance and warm hues evoke a vintage jazz club atmosphere, with patrons enjoying the scene.

This image and the song were created for each other—like two echoes of the same dream. If you'd like, you can follow the link and listen while gazing at the artwork. Maybe you'll feel the story they whisper together. Hope you enjoy the moment!

https://suno.com/song/129cdf94-7839-40f0-9964-648c5ee46808

WHEN DREAMS TURN TO DUST

Moonlight spills where silence grows,
shadows gather, hope lies low.
The stars blink slow, unsure of us—
love, tell me, must dreams turn to dust?

Echoes linger in hollow halls,
whispers fade like distant calls.
Embers dim beneath our touch,
if love dissolves, must dreams turn to dust?

So hold me close, drown me in warmth,
kiss me deep before we're lost.
If love unwinds, if night must come,
dreams not turn to dust.

Time rewrites the sweetest song,
warping notes where we belonged.
Yet your touch—soft, wild, and just—
could mend the cracks, if dreams not turn to dust.

A sip of wine, ghosts in the glass,
laughter curls, then comes to pass.
The candle leans, the shadows hush,
she murmurs low—"dreams not turn to dust."

So hold me close, drown me in warmth,
kiss me deep before we're lost.
If love unwinds, if night must come,
dreams not turn to dust.

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