{ "prompt": "In the heart of a desolate landscape, a colossal statue rises, half man, half woman, their body fractured and rattling from the pain of a broken soul. Dressed in a decaying 1700s costume, the intricate lace and embroidery have long been worn by time. Their long, wild hair flows down, further symbolizing their inner chaos. The figure’s feet are shackled to the ground by thick, unyielding chains, locking them in place, a metaphor for their eternal torment. Their face is etched with suffering, eyes hollow and filled with sorrow. At the base of the statue, instead of cardboard, a large, weathered bronze plaque rests, its surface rusted and pitted with age. The ancient metal is corroded, its edges jagged and uneven, yet the engraving is still legible: 'di vizi ricco e di virtù, do lode alla ragion, ma corro ove al cor piace: morte sol mi darà fama e riposo.' The words, though eroded by time, gleam faintly in the dim light, adding a timeless weight to the message. The rust on the plaque flakes away in places, giving it an ancient, almost sacred feel, as if it has stood there for centuries, bearing witness to the statue’s suffering. The landscape around is barren, with dark, swirling clouds above, and the wind howls softly, adding an air of desolation. The rusted bronze sign, old and worn, is a symbol of both endurance and decay, mirroring the endless torment of the chained figure above it." }