a land where there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death, green are the groves and pastures, bright and fragrant the flowers, blue and musical the streams, clear and cool the fountains, and stately and gorgeous the temples, castles, and cities, of that land there is no bound, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful, over the countryside and amidst the splendour of cities rove at will the happy folk, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness, gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms, gentle hills from whose summits can be seen entrancing panoramas of loveliness, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the infinitely distant horizon, the sparkling sea, the crystal headlands, and the placid harbour wherein lay anchored the White Ship, natural lighting, digital art, cinematic, 8k, ultra detailed, --ar 16:9 --s 90