I dream a dream of desolation. The ground is barren, the sky is grey. I watch a lone starling dart about before it enters the fray. Thousands of starlings murmur. their tiny voices become as one. Commanding the clouds to separate, forcing the sky undone.
Twisted roots and branches, burst forth from the ground. The murmur roosts for a while. The wind the only sound.
murmuration/dark and surreal in the style of Leszek Bujnowski/create a mood of damage and something lost/make use of negative space/photorealistic/surreal concept art/meticulously composed concept art/beautiful composition/a masterpiece/fine art/atmospheric/surreal distorted unbalanced reality masterpiece ...