Human: Generate for me a description of a spooky scene outside of town with a bridge, homes, and stars. Assistant: 
The melodical chuckle of a fountain is the only sound to be heard echoing through the streets at this hour. Immaculate homes make up much of the avenue, quiet with resting souls. To the east, the Bridge of Rooks rises up from the street in a dark, sly arc of black wood that would be invisible were it sprinkled with stars.