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Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
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Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
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Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
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Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
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Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
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A futuristic wasteland, in a (dense, thick, cloudy smog), where a crucial decision is made, painted by Jacob van Ruisdael and Peter Mork Monsted, under a cloudy winter sky, tense atmosphere. A (torn apart) large mech is the focal point on the side
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