Prompt

In the depths of a mystical, abandoned carnival, a lone, glowing Ferris wheel stands as a sentinel, its seats empty and its lights flickering with an otherworldly energy, surrounded by twisted, gnarled trees and overgrown with a tangle of vines, as if nature itself is reclaiming the forgotten dreams and desires of those who once rode its cars, under a midnight sky where stars and moonlight dance in a swirling vortex of color and light, with an air of melancholy and longing hanging heavy over the