
Image: Midjourney, Text: ChatGPT, Master of prompts: Me
Once, in the timeless shroud of the early Middle Ages, a group of Vikings, known for their fearless explorations, found themselves in the heart of the Swiss Alps. Their longship, a proud dragon-headed vessel, had carried them through treacherous seas and into the winding rivers deep inland, far from the icy shores of the North.
As winter descended, the mountains became a fortress of ice and snow, a challenge even to the indomitable Norsemen. The landscape was unlike anything they had seen – daunting peaks soared towards the heavens, and the land was blanketed in a silence so profound it seemed like another realm.
One clear morning, with the sun casting a cold, pale light over the snow-clad slopes, the youngest of the Vikings, Erik, stumbled upon an unexpected discovery. A large shield, loosened from the ship during their arduous trek, lay on a steep incline. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Erik perched himself upon the shield. With a gentle nudge, he found himself gliding down the hill, the wind rushing past him as he descended with startling speed.