Prompt: The girl decided to ignite all the missiles, causing a strong explosion. In the explosion, her grandmother's illusion gradually magnified, like a beam of radiating light. In this fleeting moment, she felt reunited with her family, but the echoes of the explosion brought her back to a cold reality, leaving only the scattered stars in the night sky.
Prompt: On a cold winter night, a young girl wearing tattered clothes was strolling on the snowy streets. She was holding a cart loaded with missiles in her hand. Her bare feet touched the cold ground, leaving a faint mark, and the street lamp cast a subtle light on her lonely silhouette. The wheels of the nuclear bomb truck made a soft sound, like a symphony of a cold night, playing the endless loneliness around this little girl.
