Angels take poisons in rotten pavilions. Under shivering stars, the sickness is gilding.

This was more like how I saw these sentences play out. I had to filter it through more words and a style however.

Surprising things I like about the AI image. I like how the angels are facing away from one another, as if they feel shame in themselves for participating in such a taboo act. I like how the wings aren’t white but grey, blue, and red. I also like how the one guy on the far right looks like he’s carrying around a small coffin, also his wing looks busted up.