My fingers are long, pale like whalebone. My lips are dried leaves, and my voice is water poured onto hot ashes. I move in silence. Where tears fall, I bend to kiss the earth. My shadow stretches longer with every passing year.

A dark image of a spectral figure with long, pale fingers and a haunting presence. The scene evokes a sense of melancholy and decay, rendered in a sinister and detailed style.

Creado por Tom Holloway el May 9, 2022 usando el modelo generador de imágenes de IA Coherent.