Отмазка: здесь могут водиться обязательно будут баяны.

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Промт: A lone horse stands still in thick, ground-hugging fog that reaches up to its knees. The mist curls softly around its legs, partially hiding the earth beneath. Moist air dulls distant shapes, leaving only vague silhouettes of grass and low terrain. Pale, diffused light filters through the fog, giving the horse’s coat a muted, velvety sheen. Subtle breath rises from its nostrils, and the scene feels quiet, mysterious, and suspended in time, filled with calm tension and gentle atmospheric depth.

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