Kian in the shower, golden/red light
I’m too busy to be writing copy for images I take. I would much rather take and edit the photos than write descriptions. I’m also too small to have the ability to pay someone to do this work for me even if it is essential for getting the G lords attention. So enter ChatGPT:
It was a steamy evening in the heart of downtown, where the air was thick with humidity, and the streets were slick with rain. The only light source in a dimly lit room came from a flickering lamp in the corner. The room was hot, and the steam rose from a large central bathtub.
In the middle of the steam stood a man, completely naked. He was tall and muscular with a chiselled physique, his skin glistening with sweat. His eyes were closed as he stood there, letting the heat and steam wash over him.
The man’s name was Alex, and he was a professional fighter. He had just come from a gruelling training session and used the steam room to help soothe his aching muscles. As he stood there, he let his mind wander, thinking about his upcoming fight and the intense preparation he would need to undertake.
Suddenly, the room door opened, and his coach, a grizzled fight game veteran, walked in. The coach looked at Alex and nodded, acknowledging the intensity of his training session. “You’re looking good, kid,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly.
Alex opened his eyes and smiled at his coach. “Thanks, coach. I’m putting in the work; I want to be ready for this fight.”
The coach nodded again, “I know you do, but you must also take care of yourself. So make sure you’re not overdoing it, okay?”
Alex nodded in agreement, knowing that his coach was right. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, letting the steam envelop him. As he stood there, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing he was doing everything he could to be ready for the biggest fight of his life.