i am standing by the open window Kling prompts

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*