Autumn Morning Mist Village AI Image Prompt

Morning mist in an autumn countryside, a gentleness broken. Unlike the thick and biting winter fog, it is a thin veil of white gauze lightly shrouding the entire village and fields—gray tile roofs reveal only shallow contours like islands floating in clouds; rice ears on the ridges are wet with mist, their gold blurred into a warm amber, and when the wind blows, the mist threads flow gently along the waves of rice. The distant woods become an ink wash painting, colors of red maple and ginkgo softened by the mist, leaving only faint color blocks slowly awakening in the dawn light. Even the birdsong from the old locust tree at the village entrance seems filtered by the mist, exceptionally clear. A cowherd boy riding a water buffalo.