I used a poem I wrote as a MidJourney prompt
The path of shadows, confined by obstacles, unveils the blindness within. A stark contrast, a wholeness of luminous possibility, breathing in big bangs one after another. Moths flit, weaving lunar rays in tangled designs, while photonic plows roll the dice onto the earth below.The present fades into the past, a prophecy inscribed by moonlight, in water droplets on blades of grass.
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