Prompt: Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;Or else, departing dream, and shadowy formOf midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;By night star-veiling, and by dayDarkening the light and blotting out the sun;Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.\" 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Negative: 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Style: Craft Clay