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This image is Generated in Ai, Midjourney v7 then i process in photoshop.

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The Celtic Fairy & the Mystic Bird Fantasy Illustration Prompt A luminous Celtic fairy hovers beneath the sprawling boughs of an ancient oak, silver mist coiling around its gnarled roots. Her crystal-gleaming form radiates soft moonlit light, delicate translucent wings veined with starlight. Her flowing hair shimmers like solstice fire, catching warm amber highlights against the cool emerald glen. Each graceful wingbeat seems to ripple the air itself. Perched upon a twisted branch beside her, a mystic bird of impossible plumage watches with knowing eyes of polished amber. Its feathers shift hues with the wind emerald to sapphire to molten gold iridescent and softly glowing. Its talons rest gently yet powerfully against the bark. They move together through the enchanted valley, weaving silver threads of magic that transform dew into luminous pearls and unopened buds into gilded blossoms. The air sparkles with unseen enchantments. Ancient highland stones rise faintly in the distance through drifting mist. The atmosphere is ethereal, cinematic, painterly yet highly detailed, volumetric light rays filtering through leaves, rich greens and soft golds, magical realism, ultra-detailed textures, soft depth of field, high dynamic range, fantasy concept art. No watermark, no signature, clean image.

 

ar16.9 --v7 --raw --stylize 150

This image is Generated using Midjourney V7 software then i process in photoshop.

Thank you for your visit and faves and comment.

This image is Generated in Ai, Midjourney v7 then i process in photoshop.

Thank you for your visit and faves and comment.

 

prompt

The Celtic Fairy & the Mystic Bird Fantasy Illustration Prompt A luminous Celtic fairy hovers beneath the sprawling boughs of an ancient oak, silver mist coiling around its gnarled roots. Her crystal-gleaming form radiates soft moonlit light, delicate translucent wings veined with starlight. Her flowing hair shimmers like solstice fire, catching warm amber highlights against the cool emerald glen. Each graceful wingbeat seems to ripple the air itself. Perched upon a twisted branch beside her, a mystic bird of impossible plumage watches with knowing eyes of polished amber. Its feathers shift hues with the wind emerald to sapphire to molten gold iridescent and softly glowing. Its talons rest gently yet powerfully against the bark. They move together through the enchanted valley, weaving silver threads of magic that transform dew into luminous pearls and unopened buds into gilded blossoms. The air sparkles with unseen enchantments. Ancient highland stones rise faintly in the distance through drifting mist. The atmosphere is ethereal, cinematic, painterly yet highly detailed, volumetric light rays filtering through leaves, rich greens and soft golds, magical realism, ultra-detailed textures, soft depth of field, high dynamic range, fantasy concept art. No watermark, no signature, clean image.

ar16.9 --v7 --raw --stylize 150

  

This image is Generated in Ai, Midjourney v7 then i process in photoshop.

Thank you for your visit and faves and comment.

 

prompt

 

The Celtic Fairy & the Mystic Bird Fantasy Illustration Prompt A luminous Celtic fairy hovers beneath the sprawling boughs of an ancient oak, silver mist coiling around its gnarled roots. Her crystal-gleaming form radiates soft moonlit light, delicate translucent wings veined with starlight. Her flowing hair shimmers like solstice fire, catching warm amber highlights against the cool emerald glen. Each graceful wingbeat seems to ripple the air itself. Perched upon a twisted branch beside her, a mystic bird of impossible plumage watches with knowing eyes of polished amber. Its feathers shift hues with the wind emerald to sapphire to molten gold iridescent and softly glowing. Its talons rest gently yet powerfully against the bark. They move together through the enchanted valley, weaving silver threads of magic that transform dew into luminous pearls and unopened buds into gilded blossoms. The air sparkles with unseen enchantments. Ancient highland stones rise faintly in the distance through drifting mist. The atmosphere is ethereal, cinematic, painterly yet highly detailed, volumetric light rays filtering through leaves, rich greens and soft golds, magical realism, ultra-detailed textures, soft depth of field, high dynamic range, fantasy concept art. No watermark, no signature, clean image.

   

ar16.9 --v7 --raw --stylize 150

Nature's Fury, Golden Hour's Grace

 

A dramatic AI-generated panoramic landscape capturing the raw, contrasting power of a severe supercell shelf cloud rolling over a rugged coastline.

 

To the left, cold, violent lightning strikes pierce the heavy downpour over a churning, white-capped sea. To the right, the breaking storm clouds catch the intense, fiery glow of a golden hour sunset, illuminating the sweeping green cliffs, a solitary lighthouse, and a winding coastal road below.

 

Note: This image was created using an AI tool, Google Gemini, as part of my creative process and refined in Lightroom / Luminar Neo. While I strive for realism, this is a digital generation and not a photograph.

 

2026 Keith Jones All Rights Reserved.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses.

Black and bays, dapples, grays,

All the pretty little horses.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses.

 

Cock a doodle do!

What is my dame to do?

Till master’s found his fiddlingstick,

She’ll dance without her shoe.

 

Cock a doodle do!

My dame has found her shoe,

And master’s found his fiddlingstick,

Sing cock a doodle do!

 

Cock a doodle do!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddlingstick,

And knows not what to do

  

Baa, baa, black sheep

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir

Three bags full.

One for my master

And one for the dame

One for the little boy

Who lives down the lane.

 

Ding, dong, bell,

Pussy’s in the well.

Who put her in?

Little Johnny Thin.

Who pulled her out?

Little Tommy Stout.

What a naughty boy was that,

To drown a pussy cat?

Who never did any harm?

But scared all the mice

In the Farmer's barn.

 

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