I lost my brother 69 years ago without ever having the chance to meet him. He died at 10 days old, he was what they called then, a blue baby.
Thanks to Barry Cold from the NightCafe AI Art Official on Facebook for the inspiration and the partial prompt.
A 67-year-old man, wearing a polo shirt and jeans, sits on a wooden bench in a serene, secluded park.
Near him, the faint, ethereal glow of his brother’s spirit soul illuminates with sparklings in the twilight.
His presence, both comforting and bittersweet, evokes memories of his untimely death.
The man's eyes, filled with a lifetime of stories and a touch of sorrow, gaze into the distance as he speaks softly to the apparition, the bond between them transcending the realms of the living and the departed.
A subtle mist rises from the ground, adding an ethereal touch to the scene.