Soft breath of the past, petals fall like unspoken words the wind recalls.

Soft breath of the past, petals fall like unspoken words the wind recalls.

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: Soft breath of the past, petals fall like unspoken words the wind recalls. An ethereal beautiful woman, her long windswept hair with golden strands weaved with sun drops, her gossamer flowing pale gold dress flowing in autumn breeze. Her gorgeous dreamy amber eyes wet with malancholia. She stands beneath the blooming branches, half-shadow, half-gold, where the air smells faintly of memory. Here, the soul is still, listening for the small, tremulous voice of what was once forgotten. It is the season of remembering. Of turning toward the past not with regret, but with tenderness.
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide