**Fabric suspended in the wind above an isolated sunny ocean shore. The fabric seems to be woven from strands of gossamer, so fine and delicate that they were almost invisible. Yet, when caught by the light, the fabric glowed from the inside. rippling and shifting with the gentlest of breezes. The fabric was so light and airy that it appeared to be made of the very essence of sand itself, a whisper of sand and wind given form. The colors of the robes are muted, as if they had been softened by the passing of ages. colour is beige of the sands, creating a palette that spoke of the timeless beauty of the coast. the fabric has a life of its own, moving and shifting in a dance that was both mesmerizing and haunting. the fabric turned and swirled, billowing and twisting. a thing of beauty.** - Upscaled (Beta) by <@1087221572416307240> (Open on website for full quality) (fast)
Fabric suspended in the wind above an isolated sunny ocean shore. The fabric seems to be woven from strands of gossamer, so fine and delicate that they were almost invisible. Yet, when caught by the light, the fabric glowed from the inside. rippling and shifting with the gentlest of breezes. The fabric was so light and airy that it appeared to be made of the very essence of sand itself, a whisper of sand and wind given form. The colors of the robes are muted, as if they had been softened by the passing of ages. colour is beige of the sands, creating a palette that spoke of the timeless beauty of the coast. the fabric has a life of its own, moving and shifting in a dance that was both mesmerizing and haunting. the fabric turned and swirled, billowing and twisting. a thing of beauty.