Ethereal Vision 2

A woman in a flowing white dress stands on a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset or sunrise. — **Woman on Ocean Cliff:** A woman in a flowing white dress standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset or sunrise. The woman's long hair is blowing in the wind, and her dress billows behind her. She is facing away from the camera, gazing out at the breathtaking view before her. Her arms are raised above her head as if she is embracing the beauty of nature. She stands on a rocky cliff with jagged edges, while the ocean stretches out below her, meeting the horizon where it meets the sky. The sky is painted with hues of orange and pink, with wispy clouds scattered throughout. The overall atmosphere is one of serenity and awe-inspiring wonder.

Color Index

8 top colors in order of strength

Swatch	Color Name (hex #)
	Very Dark Azure (#11171D)
	Barometer (#11394C)
	River Bed (#556061)
	Indian Yellow (#E3A857)
	Bullion (#956A3E)
	Bleached Cedar (#454647)
	Undercover (#648985)
	Mantle (#96A793)

Poem: Whisper of Dawn's Embrace

At the precipice of the waking world, she stands, an ethereal vision woven of dawn's first blush. Her gown, a whisper of moonlight, floats around her like a tender sigh, merging with the tender tints of morning as if spun from the very threads of the horizon. Here, at the edge of the earth, she becomes a part of the dream that is the waking day, a nymph poised between night and the burgeoning promise of light. With her gaze lost in the infinite, her spirit mingles with the surf below, where the restless sea murmurs secrets to the steadfast cliffs. Her hair dances with the capricious wind, a cascade of shadows and light, echoing the play of waves that brush the shore with whispered caresses. Her arms, raised in a gesture of intimate communion, embrace the vastness, as if to gather the sky's pastel promises and hold them close. The sky unfurls in a symphony of orange and pink, a canvas of celestial artistry, where the sun dips its brush in golden hues to paint the day anew. Wisps of clouds drift like thoughts unspoken, a soft counterpoint to the jagged edges beneath her feet. Yet she stands, serene amidst the ragged stones, a beacon of grace against the wild beauty of nature's untamed heart. In this moment, she is both muse and mystery, a fleeting glimpse of timeless allure.