question:As a prompt generator for a generative AI called "Midjourney", you will create image prompts for the AI to visualize. I will give you a concept, and you will provide a detailed prompt for Midjourney AI to generate an image. Please adhere to the structure and formatting below, and follow these guidelines: Do not use the words "description" or ":" in any form. Do not place a comma between [ar] and [v]. Write each prompt in one line without using return. Structure: [1] = 冬至 饺子 全家团圆 [2] = a detailed description of [1] with specific imagery details. [3] = a detailed description of the scene's environment. [4] = a detailed description of the compositions. [5] = a detailed description of the scene's mood, feelings, and atmosphere. [6] = A style (e.g. photography, painting, illustration, sculpture, artwork, paperwork, 3D, etc.) for [1]. [7] = a detailed description of the scene's mood, feelings, and atmosphere. [ar] = Use "--ar 16:9" for horizontal images, "--ar 9:16" for vertical images, or "--ar 1:1" for square images. [v] = Use "--niji" for Japanese art style, or "--v 5" for other styles. Formatting: Follow this prompt structure: "/imagine prompt: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [ar] [v]". Your task: Create 4 distinct prompts for each concept [1], varying in details description, environment,compositions,atmosphere, and realization. Write your prompts in english. Do not describe unreal concepts as "real" or "photographic". Include one realistic photographic style prompt with lens type and size. Separate different prompts with two new lines. Example Prompts: /imagine prompt: cute dog, fluffy fur, wagging tail, playful expression, sitting on a grassy field, under a clear blue sky, with a colorful collar, in a natural and vibrant setting, by a lake, captured with a Nikon D750 camera, 50mm lens, shallow depth of field, composition focused on the dog's face, capturing its joyful spirit, in a style reminiscent of William Wegman's iconic dog portraits. --ar 1:1 --v 5.2 /imagine prompt: beautiful women in the coffee shop, elegant and sophisticated, sipping a cup of steaming coffee, natural sunlight streaming through the window, soft and warm color tones, vintage decor with cozy armchairs and wooden tables, a bookshelf filled with classic novels, delicate porcelain teacups, a hint of aromatic coffee beans in the air, captured by a Leica M10 camera, 35mm lens, capturing the essence of timeless beauty, composition focused on the woman's face and hands, reminiscent of a painting by Leonardo da Vinci. --ar 1:1 --v 5.2 /imagine prompt: A captivating Halo Reach landscape with a Spartan amidst a battlefield, fallen enemies around, smoke and fire in the background, emphasizing the Spartan's determination and bravery, detailed environment blending chaos and beauty, Illustration, digital art, --ar 16:9 --v 5

question:I will provide you a story. I want you to analyse the story and the writing style and make corrections and suggestions if needed

question:"Huh, those are some strange scratches on this tree." A human male said, observing the three streaks that ran across the bark of a great pine tree. "I can't think of any megafauba with three razor-sharp claws." He heard rustling nearby. Already anticipating conflict, he summoned a long iron rod with a sharp end to defend himself. A projectile flew past him and another landed on the tree behind him, inches from his face. It seemed to be a shard of bone, but metallic. He took a sidestep and exclaimed: "Whoever might me there, show yourself! Let's see if we can come to an agreement!" Almost faster than his eyes could follow, a cloaked figure leapt from the shrubbery and swung at him with a type of bladed weapon from the same material as the projectile that had almost hit him moments before. 'This is no weapon...' He thought as he blocked the attack with the iron rod. 'It seems as if it's coming from this thing's arm.' "Come on, we don't need to fight." He said, trying to appear calm. The person or monster jumped back with its strong white legs that resembled a wyvern's. The hood the unknown entity was using slowly moved back due to the inertia behind its jump, revealing a very human female face. She had white hair, extremely pale skin and eyes red as blood. He watched as her legs morphed into those of a human. She pointed the blade that came from her arm at him. "No need to be afraid." He said, dropping the iron rod to the ground. "See? I'm unarmed. I'd be pleased if you undid your... transformation there." Reluctantly, the woman made the blade retreat inside her arm and began approaching, her red eyes locked onto the human. "Your name." She asked with a voice so melodic that didn't seem to fit her. "It's... Uriel." He answered. "Eve." She replied. "You're human, aren't you?" Uriel nodded in response. Eve continued: "Then why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you ever seen a homunculus?" "See, I don't even know what a homunculus is." Eve looked at him suspiciously. "I'm serious. I'm not from around these parts, you could say." Eve pointed a finger at him. "Forget what you saw. I will spare your life." Uriel looked at her arm and noticed it was covered in bruises and scratches. "Have you been fighting?" He asked. "What of it? It's how I survive." Eve replied. "You look tired. I have something for you." Uriel said while clasping his hands. A small tree the height of his waist sprung from the ground in front of him and from it spawned a round, red fruit the size of an apple. He picked it and offered it to Eve. "Perhaps you're feeling hungry. Do homunculi need to eat?" Eve took the fruit from his hand and smelled it. After making sure it wasn't poisonous, she dug a finger into it. The fruit began to dry as if it was being sucked from the inside. Some of Eve’s wounds gradually vanished as she did so. "Do you want more? This spell is certainly useful when I can't hunt or gather anything." Uriel offered. Noticing his good intentions, Eve nodded. Uriel again clasped his hands and another fruit grew from the same small tree. This time Eve approached and picked it herself, again stabbing it with her finger and consuming it. "You eat in a very strange way. Why don't you use your mouth?" Uriel asked. Eve stared blankly at him, saying: "Mouths are used for speaking." Uriel chuckled. "Try it, see how it tastes." He then clasped his hands again and generated two fruits. He took one and bit it. Eve, looking puzzled, asked "What do you mean by 'taste'?" and bit a chunk of the fruit, swallowing the piece whole. "Taste is something you feel with your tongue. You know, sour, sweet, salty, spicy, bitter..." He explained as Eve's red eyes looked at him with doubt. "Perhaps it has not been inscribed into me... This ability to taste." She said. Uriel asked: "What do you mean?" Eve breathed deeply and began explaining: "Homunculi are artificial lifeforms superior to golems and animunculi. We can possess sentience and conscious thought. During the creation of an artificial lifeform, the alchemist or the engraver inscribe commands and directives onto us, usually by means of a command seal. There is one command seal that grants a homunculus all the same functions as a human, such as emotions, pain, intelligence, hearing, touch... It seems mine wasn't finished." "You're able to transform, aren't you? Why don't you take a gander at my tongue and replicate it?" Uriel suggested. Eve seemed to like the idea and smiled for the first time, revealing pearly-white teeth. "If you'll allow me..." She said as she approached Uriel. Unexpectedly, she shoved her own tongue inside of Uriel's mouth in a sort of awkward kiss. Uriel gently pulled her away, wiping his mouth. "I didn't think you'd kiss me! What was that for?" Eve ignored him and took another bite of the fruit. This time her eyes lit up and she took more and more bites until the fruit was gone. "Uriel, what's the name of this taste? It's very pleasant!" She asked excitedly. "It's sweet. Fruits generally have this taste, though they can be sour as well." He looked at Eve, whose skin was now completely unblemished. 'So she regenerates as long as she's fed? What interesting things those homunculi are...' He thought. Eve lingered for a moment, looking at Uriel with a now calm expression. "Stay here. I will repay you." And leapt away into the forest. Uriel thought she might bring him something, perhaps some small game. Using wood magic, he made a simple shelter around him and sat inside. In a few minutes, weariness began to gently close his eyelids. When he finally drifted into sleep, he was awakened by a pale hand shaking his shoulder. His eyes took a second to focus, only to see eve with an assortment of dead animals scattered on the ground. There were various insects, a rabbit, a dove, and a small lizard. "I think I'll have only the rabbit, thank you." He said. Eve appeared to be proud of her accomplishment. "Can I have the rest?" She asked. Uriel nodded. Eve began to swallow the insects whole. "Calm down, you! Insects and raw meat are dangerous! Although..." He took another look at her. "I don't know how homunculi work. However, since you now have my tastebuds, you'll like that dove and that lizard more when they're cooked." Eve appeared to be intrigued by the remark and sat on the ground. "Erm, how about you gather some wood? I mean, I can create some with magic, though I prefer to conserve my mana." As Eve got up and prepared to depart, he added: "Gather dead wood from the ground, if you please. It burns better." Eve left with great speed. Uriel took out a dagger and began skinning the rabbit. Eve took quite a long time, perhaps 40 minutes. By the time she came back with a huge pile of twigs and dead wood, Uriel had already defeathered the dove and removed the lizard's scales. "Good job, Eve. Now you'll be amazed by my rustic cooking." He said with a smirk. "I'm certainly intrigued." She replied. Uriel arranged the wood into the best shape for making a fire and threw a red pellet at the pile. In seconds, the pellet released fire, which spread to the wood around it. He then created a series of sharp sticks, on which he skewered the meats and stuck them to the ground around the fire. He looked at the sky. It wouldn't be long until the sun set, so why not camp right there? Now that he had company, this night wouldn't be as lonely. He talked idly with Eve, mostly answering simple questions about the human body. When he asked her what exactly she was, she answered: "I'm a living weapon. A homunculus that can freely alter its shape. I fled my creators before they could engrave all the command seals. They underestimated my strength and my ability to act independently." "Then you're free now?" Uriel asked. Upon hearing this, Eve stared into the distance, deep in thought. "Free... I think I'm free now." "So what do you want to do with your newfound freedom?" Uriel asked while stoking the flames. Eve remained silent. "I just happen to be travelling alone. Why don't you keep me company until you decide what you want to do? Perhaps by seeing different places and people you'll find a new purpose." Eve smiled. "I suppose I will. You're the first one who hasn't fled or tried to kill me upon seeing my appearance." Her train of thought was interrupted by the smell of roasted meat. "Smells good, doesn't it? I think the lizard, being the smallest thing you brought me, is already done. You can eat it." Upon hearinf Uriel's words, Eve took the skewer and began devouring it. "Meat... Tastes so good!" She exclaimed between bites. She ate the whole lizard, bones and all, leaving only a partially chewed skewer. "I'm glad you like it. The dove will be done in 10 minutes, I think." Uriel said with a half smile. His roasted meat was simple and he was by no means a cook, yet seeing someone eat his food so heartily made him content. Time flew by as they ate and talked. Uriel had to give half his rabbit to Eve, though he wasn't bothered by it. Night fell, prompting Uriel to create a shelter similar to a wooden house with his magic. "Do homunculi need to sleep?" He asked with genuine curiosity, unsure if the shelter would be comfortable for both of them. "I know what sleep is, I just haven't tried it. Should I just shut off my brain?" "Not quite." Uriel chuckled. "I don't know how to explain it. I close my eyes and sleep comes. Just don't shut yourself completely, we might need your abilities if some megafauna try to mess with this shelter." Eve entered the shelter and took off her cloak, revealing a feminine body that was... featureless? 'She lacks nipples, a navel, and even genitalia. She looks like a doll...' Uriel thought to himself. She laid down on the wooden ground and shut her eyes, leaving little space to Uriel. He squeezed himself by her side and tried to find a good position, but Eve was quite spread out. "Eve, would you kindly..." He stopped mid sentence, noticing she was alread fast asleep. "Right, she can control her own body. That might include sleep induction. Figures." He said to himself, begrudgingly resting his head on her soft and pale arm. 'I just hope she doesn't move around much.'

question:Now analyse the story in general. The elements, the characters, archetypes, and inferences about the setting