Li YuanYe: A Rescue Brings Ruin AI Image Prompt

Dim wooden house, solitary lamp late at night, adult Li YuanYe sits alone by the window, lonely back view. Hand close-up, fingertips clenched tightly, eyes surging with endless regret. Cold-toned dark scene, full atmosphere. Misty mountains in the distance, empty wide shot, subtitle: Li YuanYe. Black-and-white silhouette, war chaos, father's back leaving to sacrifice. Old village entrance, dusk heavy, woman turns away resolutely, abandoning young child. Deep mountain farmyard, simple herbal shop, Grandpa Ali holds young Li YuanYe. Mountain forest, children running and playing, young Li YuanYe climbing trees and wading in river, wild and willful. Stone steps in front of door, small figure sitting quietly, gazing at the rolling green mountains. Dark clouds gather, wind howls, rain pours down. After rain, forest shrouded in mist, damp grass. Little boy carrying bamboo basket, humming a tune, walks into deep mountain to gather herbs. Deep in forest, backlit dim, step by step into remote shaded mountain hollow. Footsteps stop, pupils contract, astonished. By the green stone among grass, a five- or six-year-old boy curls up on ground, brocade clothes stained with mud and blood, delicate features pale, unconscious.