A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words - Her gift, the magic of the gods...!

I see a kind of mythological image created with artificial intelligence art, which walks on the earth while being rammed by lightning bolts in the background.

At first glance, it is scary for its imposing size and verticality. Illuminated by lightning, it gives us the sensation of mystery, mythology, but at the same time philosophical uncertainty.

Each of Aphrodite's daughters had developed a particular power. A spellbinding song, a captivating gaze, a deadly kiss… But Tiffany, she was different from her sisters. Unable to enchant a man with the blink of an eye, or to make him succumb to a simple caress.

She had not inherited the legendary beauty of her ancestors. She was just an ordinary young woman, hidden from everyone's eyes. The laughingstock of my family. The shame of Olympus…

After her father's tragic disappearance, she had been locked up in the highest tower of the castle. His fate was sealed, he would never see the light of day again…

Painting, sewing, sculpture, dance and sometimes even poetry. No art had no secrets for Tiffany. Everything she created came to life instantly. Whereas her sisters were only endowed with coldness, evil, manipulation, and death. Tiffany was sweetness, naivety, and innocence.

But now it all seemed so far away. No more meek child. She let all her power express itself through her creations. A way to escape my prison. But not for long. She noticed that during the night, when everyone was asleep, lightning opened a portal that let her out of the tower. She took the opportunity to go out bathed in the light of the night and the flashes of lightning to cleanse the world of so much evil. Her gift, the magic of the gods.