使用 freebeat.ai 釋放 Joji 的 'Last of a Dying Breed' 的視覺史詩

A lone, gaunt figure, dressed in an oversized, faded olive-green military jacket and tattered jeans, sits hunched on a decaying, plush velvet armchair amidst the ruins of a grand, overgrown greenhouse, late afternoon light filtering through broken glass panes. A faint, ethereal emerald green glow pulses gently from his chest, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the intricate, dried tendrils of ivy coiling around broken statuary. The camera slowly pushes in, a subtle, uneasy handheld wobble adding to the desolate atmosphere, as the figure weakly attempts to unfurl immense, dark, leathery raven wings that are awkwardly folded behind him, their feathers catching the dim light with a metallic sheen. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a solitary tear tracking through the grime on his cheek.