Human: Please generate a depressing scene outside of town with shadows, stones, and a shop. Assistant: 
Flecks of black minerals glitter in the cobblestones like dying stars whose true sickly nature has been revealed by the weak light of the evening. Shadows gnaw at the foundations of the older buildings, crouching in deep pools at their feet. The remnant scent of baked bread hovers around a small shop on the northeast side of the street, now closed for the evening.