(A swan:1.1):, its feathers iridescent in the dappled sunlight, glides upon a shimmering water source, as a woman, draped in flowing robes, plucks a melancholic melody on her lute, seated upon worn stone steps leading to the crumbling, sun-drenched columns of a once-grand temple, evoking the serene romanticism of Caspar David Friedrich.
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