What are her thoughts...
О чём её мысли... На берегу озера рыжеволосая девушка играет на гитаре под шепот ветра, а грозовая туча превращается в лису... и она оказывается странницей в чужих краях: в лесах... ======= Я глубоко благодарен RUNWAY за то, что они дают мне возможность делиться историями и мечтами, где воображение может воплотиться в жизнь. Вы вдохновляете на творчество и делаете это путешествие возможным! Четвертый выпуск Gen:48. Создан совместно с Runway менее чем за 48 часов. ======= Created for: GEN:48 https://runwayml.com/gen48 https://runwayml.com ======= Песня: By the quiet lake, at the evening hour, Where stars are dancing on the mirrored surface. A red-haired girl is sitting, like the sunset’s fire, In a white, long, yet light dress. The campfire whispers tales of distant lands, And sparks rise up like birds of the night. She looks to the sky with dreams in her eyes, Where shadows blend with the silent blue. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Of a world where stars burn out in the night? Of the trembling sea, of the whisper of days, Or of a secret that's hidden within her soul? She is like a witch from an ancient dream, But her heart is filled with living light. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Or do the endless horizons call to her? And so she sits, in her own world, Where every moment feels like an endless eternity. A red-haired fairy by the fire behind the hill, Whose soul, like the flame, brightly shines. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Of a world where stars burn out in the night? Of the trembling sea, of the whisper of days, Or of a secret that's hidden within her soul? ===== Трек можно скачать тут: https://boosty.to/storyteller4/posts/b80724d2-a9e0-4fac-b91b-afcb532a09ee?share=post_link
О чём её мысли... На берегу озера рыжеволосая девушка играет на гитаре под шепот ветра, а грозовая туча превращается в лису... и она оказывается странницей в чужих краях: в лесах... ======= Я глубоко благодарен RUNWAY за то, что они дают мне возможность делиться историями и мечтами, где воображение может воплотиться в жизнь. Вы вдохновляете на творчество и делаете это путешествие возможным! Четвертый выпуск Gen:48. Создан совместно с Runway менее чем за 48 часов. ======= Created for: GEN:48 https://runwayml.com/gen48 https://runwayml.com ======= Песня: By the quiet lake, at the evening hour, Where stars are dancing on the mirrored surface. A red-haired girl is sitting, like the sunset’s fire, In a white, long, yet light dress. The campfire whispers tales of distant lands, And sparks rise up like birds of the night. She looks to the sky with dreams in her eyes, Where shadows blend with the silent blue. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Of a world where stars burn out in the night? Of the trembling sea, of the whisper of days, Or of a secret that's hidden within her soul? She is like a witch from an ancient dream, But her heart is filled with living light. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Or do the endless horizons call to her? And so she sits, in her own world, Where every moment feels like an endless eternity. A red-haired fairy by the fire behind the hill, Whose soul, like the flame, brightly shines. What are her thoughts? Of happiness? Of love? Of a world where stars burn out in the night? Of the trembling sea, of the whisper of days, Or of a secret that's hidden within her soul? ===== Трек можно скачать тут: https://boosty.to/storyteller4/posts/b80724d2-a9e0-4fac-b91b-afcb532a09ee?share=post_link