Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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Create a realistic cinematic image of a storm-lashed night. Heavy rain sweeps down in relentless sheets, driven by violent winds. At the edge of a remote cliff stands an old lighthouse, its whitewashed walls cracked, weathered, and peeling from decades of sea air. Perspective: from the base of the lighthouse, as if standing beside it, looking upward at a slight skew to the right. The great beacon spins slowly, casting sweeping arcs of light through the darkness. Composition is off-centre, with the lighthouse positioned to the left of the frame, aligned to the golden mean. At the pinnacle, an ancient dragon crouches on the crown of the tower, talons gripping the worn stone ledge. Wings unfurled, neck arched, the creature faces left, poised to launch into the storm. The beacon’s beam catches the underside of its wings and scales, highlighting texture and detail, while its upper body vanishes into the abyss of the night sky — half-concealed, ominous, and powerful. The night is almost absolute blackness, broken only when the rotating light slices through the storm. The mood is gothic and atmospheric: a haunting blend of menace and beauty, a clash of storm, stone, and myth.
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