I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity
![I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon.
A young eagle raised in captivity,
My sad comrade, flapping his wing,
Bloody food is pecking under the window,
He pecks and throws and looks out the window,
It’s as if he had the same idea with me;
He calls me with his gaze and his cry
And he wants to say: “Let’s fly away!”
We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time!
There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds,
There,
where the sea edges turn blue,
Where only the wind walks... yes I!..” eerie darkness, antiquity, dirt, dust, shadows, aggressive phenomena, mysterious veil, top quality style, black and red tint in the style of Ralph Blakelock. Ed Emshwiller, Marianne Wroten, Arthur Rackham, Niko Anttila. ABC of art. Gouache, cinematic, dark, creepy, mysterious,
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I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking under the window, He pecks and throws and looks out the window, It’s as if he had the same idea with me; He calls me with his gaze and his cry And he wants to say: “Let’s fly away!” We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time! There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds, There, where the sea edges turn blue, Where only the wind walks... yes I!..” eerie darkness, antiquity, dirt, dust, shadows, aggressive phenomena, mysterious veil, top quality style, black and red tint in the style of Ralph Blakelock. Ed Emshwiller, Marianne Wroten, Arthur Rackham, Niko Anttila. ABC of art. Gouache, cinematic, dark, creepy, mysterious, vintage. masterpiece, highest quality (full-length shot, wide angle, centered, no cropping) - AR 9:16 - from 1:2
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I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon.
A young eagle raised in captivity,
My sad comrade, flapping his wing,
Bloody food is pecking under the window,
He pecks and throws and looks out the window,
It’s as if he had the same idea with me;
He calls me with his gaze and his cry
And he wants to say: “Let’s fly away!”
We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time!
There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds,
There,
where the sea edges turn blue,
Where only the wind walks... yes I!..” eerie darkness, antiquity, dirt, dust, shadows, aggressive phenomena, mysterious veil, top quality style, black and red tint in the style of Ralph Blakelock. Ed Emshwiller, Marianne Wroten, Arthur Rackham, Niko Anttila. ABC of art. Gouache, cinematic, dark, creepy, mysterious,
vintage. masterpiece, highest quality (full-length shot, wide angle, centered, no cropping) - AR 9:16 - from 1:2
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