“You move me, you move me —
With your buildings and your eyes,
Autumn woods and winter skies...
You move me, you move me —
Open sea and city lights,
Busy streets and dizzy heights,
You call me, you call me...
Too many hands on my time, too many feelings —
Too many things on my mind,
When I leave I don’t know what I’m hoping to find,
When I leave I don’t know what I’m leaving behind…”
A nostalgic, surreal tribute. In a hot, windy August field, silver leaves flash as trees sway in motion. A young boy staring at the vast sky while an osprey hawk soars above. Around him shimmer dreamlike overlays of city lights, autumn woods, winter skies, and a vast open sea. creating a painterly surreal ...
Creatività
50%
Impostazioni creato originale
Questa creazione non è stata fatta su NightCafe.
Modello
NightCafe
Prompt
A nostalgic, surreal tribute. In a hot, windy August field, silver leaves flash as trees sway in motion. A young boy lies in the grass with one blade of grass between his teeth, staring at the vast sky while an osprey hawk soars above. A fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs dances at the edge of his ...
Flusso di lavoro
Generated in NightCafe, exported to manipulated and "crossfade" the two main sections of the piece.