Prompt: The sun, a low, golden orb, dipped towards the horizon, painting the rolling hills in a tapestry of ochre and burnt sienna. Gentle wisps of clouds, like sheep grazing in the celestial pastures, drifted across the vast canvas of the sky. Below, nestled in the crook of the valley, lay a village with smoke thing and whispy curled from thached roofs of timber framed cottages, hyperrealism, 10 second video