#nightingales

Enchanted Garden of Serenity and Light

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 720 X 1280 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: A tranquil, sun-dappled garden from the Age of Enlightenment, layered with lush foliage and softly glowing bioluminescent nightingales perched in twisting branches. A serene woman of color with warm golden undertones and long flowing curls wears an elegant, flowing silk robe in iridescent celadon and burnished ochre. She sits gracefully on a weathered wooden bench, her breath syncing with the gentle rustling of leaves. Around her, rich clusters of midnight peonies, indigo irises, and pale argent lotus flowers shimmer softly under moonlight, releasing a delicate, intoxicating fragrance. The scene is alive with subtle movement, fluttering petals and swaying branches, set against a layered backdrop of misty, deep teal shadows and softly glowing amber light. The atmosphere blends nature’s vibrant beauty with contemplative stillness, rendered in a painterly style inspired by John William Waterhouse and contemporary impressionism, with intricate textures and atmospheric tonalism, 4k resolution, perfectly lit for cinematic depth.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait_tall

Enchanted Ride Through Nature's Beauty

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1024 (1.84 MP)

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  • Prompt: THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL Nights are growing very lonely, Days are very long; I'm a-growing weary only List'ning for your song. Old remembrances are thronging Thro' my memory Till it seems the world is full of dreams Just to call you back to me. There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And the white moon beams. There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true; Till the day when I'll be going down That long, long trail with you. All night long I hear you calling, Calling sweet and low; Seem to hear your footsteps falling, Ev'ry where I go. Tho' the road between us stretches Many a weary mile, I forget that you're not with me yet When I think I see you smile. There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And the white moon beams. There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true; Till the day when I'll be going down That long, long trail with you. Beautiful blonde young woman and handsome young Libyan man, Sacred Union, Passionate Love.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape