Now we are very near the end, and things are getting farther and farther in the distance. The prompts are also starting to get harder and harder to work with, because I am limited by the composition. I did not think I would have enough space for all, now I feel there may be some white space. But white space is easy to deal with, better than running out of room.
This is a fisherman’s tower, on a private lake, in a private estate. This here was not for your working man, but the rich and powerful. Only they would build something, and it was probably not to catch fish, but other things. Power, woman, and more power.
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