When Angels Cry Above the Iron Tide

When Angels Cry Above the Iron Tide

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

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  • Prompt: Postcard-style composition, pastel illustration with a rough, faded vintage look. Upper half: sorrowful angels floating in a stormy, bruised sky — their robes tattered like war flags, dissolving into smoky mist. Their faces cracked like porcelain, eyes closed, tears fall as jagged pearls. Sky in tones of sickly lavender, decayed gold, and iron blue. Lower half: a battlefield of cracked earth in dull yellow, ash grey, and ochre. Stylized tanks with exaggerated forms, almost beastlike, crawl forward — grotesque silhouettes with brushstroke-like textures, like painted nightmares on coarse canvas. In the center, cutting through the sky like graffiti on heaven’s wall, the poem appears in **bold, handwritten marker-style font**, black and bleeding at the edges, slightly embossed for depth: / I’ve read the books, I’ve traced the lines / / From ancient scripts to modern times./ / They speak of love, they preach of peace, / / Yet all I see is war increase. / Muted colors dominate — drained, mournful tones — but subtle contrast between sky and ground provides depth. Add a small but clear ©FeritSahin in the lower right, like a smeared signature in wet paint. Atmosphere: surreal, symbolic, emotionally raw — as if memory, prophecy, and protest collided on a broken postcard. --v 6
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide