/imagine prompt: The sky is tinged with a deep shade of dusk as a flock of ravens perches on an old tree entwined with withered vines. Their mournful cries fill the air. A stream rushes noisily under a small bridge, while the smoke from a nearby farmhouse curls up into the sky. A skinny horse struggles to make its way through the desolate path against the ferocious western wind. As the sun gradually loses its brilliance, it sinks below the horizon. In the frigid darkness of the night, a solitary traveler wanders aimlessly in a far-off place.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
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