Prompt: In the whispering twilight of the mountain peaks, nestled among amethyst and jade boulders, dwelled Emberi, the last wyrm-whisperer. Her scales, the color of sun-warmed embers, shimmered with ancient wisdom, earned through eons of watching the dance of stars and listening to the wind's tales. A lone figure against the tapestry of dusk, Emberi perched upon a petrified tree, its twisted branches grasping at the fading light. Tonight, however, her stillness was broken by a tremor rippling through the earth, a discordant note in the mountain's lullaby. Rising with wings that unfurled like banners of dusk, Emberi sought the source, her amber eyes piercing the gathering shadows. Below, in the valley veiled in mist, a young wyrm writhed, its emerald scales flashing with pain. A barbed spear jutted from its side, festering against a backdrop of shattered rock. Tears streamed down the young wyrm's face, carving tracks through the soot that stained its scales. Kneeling beside it, Emberi's voice, a low rumble resonating with the mountain's heart, soothed the creature's fear. With a touch as gentle as fallen leaves, she drew the barb free, her own ancient magic mending the wound. As the first stars glittered in the dawn's promise, the young wyrm, healed and grateful, nuzzled Emberi's cheek before taking flight, a silver thread woven into the rising sun. And Emberi, the last wyrm-whisperer, smiled, her gaze returning to the vast canvas of the sky, content in the knowledge that even in the twilight of dragons, their stories would continue to weave themselves into the fabric of time.

Negative: ugly, cartoon

Style: Fantasy Art