artificial intelligence as an illustrator.

The short story is written by me, but it is not essential. all images are created by artificial intelligence on my orders.
that’s my point

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A dense pine forest drenched by the autumn rain, where the rain closes the other sounds behind, That symphony of smells from nature raised by the rain and greenery with small lights and shadows makes a positive mind heal all wounds.

The big path begins to narrow and branches into three air directions to the east, west and north. I choose the northern path

which is filled with the big roots of the trees and it is surrounded by ferns, the feeling of battered

slips into my step from the slippery roots that come from the trees, stumps and some coils.

From behind the thick drops, I see an owl watching from a spruce branch and calling something, If only I could understand its language.
I take a deep breath and continue towards the north.
The path seems to go up the hill towards a small cabin. My feet slowly slip on the steep hill.
With aching ankles, I arrive at the yard of the slanted cottage,
Where the windows are decorated only with old wooden lattices and the door, which is lying fallen down right at the door’s entrance. The ceiling is half covered with moss and big eyes watch from the crack in the wall.

Another door opens from a dilapidated wall, behind which a happy-looking Chinese man with a ruby ​​in his hand appears and beckons me over.

Slowly I hear the brook babbling as the rain starts to subside and soon I'm sitting on the edge of the stream with a can of beer in my hand, looking at the glittering fish. I fill the can with the clear water of the stream, which is decorated with beautiful stones, tinged with brownish gray. This purity reminds me of the diversity and hope of nature For its preservation.

Red Ruby

He offers me a sparkling red ruby and disappears with the number 13 on his back. I take a few steps back and turn my back while wondering about these symbols. I spin the red gemstone, which looks like a real sapphire, and feel the landscape brighten slightly. I begin to understand the meaning of the ruby and the symbols, as if the splendor brought by the stone is revealing a glimpse of my future, and my mind feels lighter. As the lights shimmer, a picture of the other twelve red jewels, still seeming distant and out of reach, emerges. The light fades, and a red hat drops from the sky, while the owl I mentioned earlier flies over me. The message on the hat points in a southerly direction, so I slowly make my way back down the hill towards my starting point. Upon arriving, that owl appears again from behind the branches and lands on a tree stump a few meters away. The ugly-looking and ragged owl starts speaking to me in my native language, reassuring me not to worry and not to hurry. It advises me to follow the path into the forest to find the rest of the rubies and attain freedom.

Ragged Owl

The End