Surreal Landscape with Giant Sail at Sunset

Tales of the Desert

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Milada
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Artistic 2
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  Tales of the Desert
  
  Model: Artistic 2
  
  Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)
  
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  Prompt: The night treads like a feather on wavy dunes Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past The copper of the moon is polished by the wind-a wandering dervish And the fire fills all the temples with grace... but why are you broadcasting trouble, blind priest, As a gift to the gods by spilling sesame wine? And an old man in white robes said softly: "Take your Cheri away, let Mitre help you The dogs of the desert are already close, I hear a frenzied howl The shameful death of Parsi* worries my soul.".. The manes of the black horses turned white from salt - The steeds of two lovers saved from death The desert shook with crying and pain The dogs were running at their heels in bloody steel... Also, the night of the gentle peri wanders somewhere in the dunes Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past...
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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The night treads like a feather on wavy dunes Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past The copper of the moon is polished by the wind-a wandering dervish And the fire fills all the temples with grace... but why are you broadcasting trouble, blind priest, As a gift to the gods by spilling sesame wine? And an old man in white robes said softly: "Take your Cheri away, let Mitre help you The dogs of the desert are already close, I hear a frenzied howl The shameful death of Parsi* worries my soul.".. The manes of the black horses turned white from salt - The steeds of two lovers saved from death The desert shook with crying and pain The dogs were running at their heels in bloody steel... Also, the night of the gentle peri wanders somewhere in the dunes Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past...