Prompt: lushill style, the moon, starry night, the little girl with the bouquet of flowers, blue eyes, There's a white rabbit by his feet, in this cold, bitter sorrow,
that seeps into every crevice
of my delicate bones.
Once, your arms were a haven,
a warm embrace in this icy world,
and your voice a soothing melody
that lulled me into peaceful slumber.
But now I shiver again
without you here to hold me,
and you've vanished into the distance,
leaving me to wilt like flowers in Winter.
I envy those flowers,
for they know that Spring will come, to melt the ice and thaw the chill, but for me, there is only the void, left by your sudden loss.🦋


Negative prompt: blur haze