8 months ago First person POV, the Sultan’s gloved hand rests gently on the marble railing, gazing out at the grand courtyard as the first rays of sunlight light up the stone pathways. Below, rows of palace servants and guards stand respectfully, awaiting their orders. The air is thick with the sound of morning prayers from the nearby mosque, while the ornate tiles of the courtyard sparkle in the early morning light. The Sultan’s velvet robe, embroidered with gold thread, flows as he steps forward, his boots softly tapping the stone floor. Tall minarets rise in the background, with the soft hum of the call to prayer in the air. --ar 9:16 --s 250 4b8db58d3ef 8 200
8 months ago First person POV, the Sultan’s gloved hand rests gently on the marble railing, gazing out at the grand courtyard of the Ottoman palace as the first rays of sunlight light up the stone pathways. Below, rows of palace servants and guards stand respectfully, awaiting their orders. The air is thick with the sound of morning prayers from the nearby mosque, while the ornate tiles of the courtyard sparkle in the early morning light. The Sultan, dressed in a richly embroidered velvet robe, walks toward the mosque, his boots softly tapping the stone floor. Tall minarets rise in the background, with the soft hum of the call to prayer in the air. --ar 9:16 --s 250 4b8db58d3ef 4 170
