Prompt from portion of the Starry Night by confessional poet Anne Sexton. For those with god-level attention to detail, I had to change 'children' to 'offsping' in the prompt as NC didn't like that word in the context of the verse. What might have Ms. Sexton (b.1928-d.1974) thought about that? I doubt she could even get past the concept of AI text to image. How did we get here so quickly? How do we think all of this is so normal?
They are all alive even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push offspring like a god from its eye, The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars, astral strangeness, surrealist art, by Moebius, by Alexander Jansson, volumetric lighting, maximalist, warm colors, orange-black-violet color scheme.
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