背景拡散
As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, a dream is unfolding, illuminated by soft golden light. The dream is a sweet dream, that will never come true. But amidst the stillness of the winter, the world is adorned with a unique bouquet of flowers. Small multicolored birds and their reflections stretch out, their eyes wide and happy. In the air, their wings flutter as they move, as if ready to come to life. Snaking through the canvas, a perfect representation of the dream, 8, or, better yet, the perfect year for the dream. Only time will tell, for the wind gently blows through the trees and the sweet sounds of rustling leaves fill the air. It's a dream, a masterpiece that will never come true. The dream is a testament to the power of imagination and the beauty of these wonders.