Prompt: strybk, The city was a devastated, desolate wasteland, a shadow of its former self. the once-proud skyline was now little more than a jagged, broken silhouette against the darkening sky. the streets were empty and quiet, save for the occasional gust of wind that kicked up clouds of ash and dust. the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and the taste of radiation. in the ruins of the city, the survivors huddled together, trying to find some measure of comfort in each other's company. they were a sad, bedraggled group, their clothes torn and tattered, their faces gaunt and haunted. as the night fell, they huddled around a small fire, its flickering light the only source of warmth and comfort in this cold, dark world. they were a testament to the human spirit, a reminder that even in the face of unimaginable destruction, there is always the hope of rebuilding, of starting anew., kids story book style, muted colors, watercolor style
Negative prompt: text, logo, wordmark, writing, heading, signature