
A Vinedresser Mourns Among the Ruins
An old man sits on fallen stones holding a withered vine branch, a harp beside him. A broken city gate and cracked ground lie behind.
Prompt
Isaiah 24: The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh... The city of confusion is broken down... In the city is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction. An old vinedresser sits large and central on fallen stones before a shattered city gate, holding a withered vine branch, his harp silent at his side, his face full of sorrow. Behind him the ground is cracked and the empty town is broken down, under a strange pale sun in a vast sky. Bright but eerie light, desolation. The men wear wrapped turbans or head-cloths over their hair. Style: a blend of photo-realism and cinema, like a still from a big-budget film. Bright, rich, saturated, luminous colour, clear daylight or glowing golden light even in dramatic scenes, never murky or muddy, crisp detail, real human faces full of emotion, shallow depth of field, subtle film grain. Simple, uncluttered composition: ONE clear scene from this chapter, with the chapter's main character or characters large, close and central in the upper and middle frame, and a simple background. No montage, no collage, no inset vignettes, no crowd of small figures competing for attention. Historically accurate ancient Near Eastern clothing, architecture and landscape. Keep the bottom quarter of the frame simple and uncluttered (ground, water or sky) so a large chapter number can be set over it. Absolutely no text, no letters, no words, no numbers, no logos, no watermark, no border, no frame.
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