A masterpiece, in the style of Viktor Vasnetsov. On the branches of an ancient a

A masterpiece, in the style of Viktor Vasnetsov. On the branches of an ancient apple tree, covered with silvery predawn frost, sit the bird sisters Sirin and Alkonost. The Sirin bird, on the left, faces the fading night. Her plumage is a deep sapphire blue, turning into smoky purple and steel shades. Each feather on her chest and wings is worked with jeweler's precision, as if hammered on dark silver. Her virgin face is pale, melancholic, with eyes closed in blissful sorrow. A barely visible, inviting mist flows from half-open lips, in which ghostly dreams flicker. Her disheveled hair, the color of ripe wheat, is intertwined with thin branches and withered leaves. The Alkonost bird, on the right, greets the dawn. Her wings are like the dawn: feathers the color of ripe raspberries, apricot jam and warm gold, with veins like patinated copper. Her face is bright and clear, her gaze is fixed on the sky, her lips are touched with a slight smile of hope. There are ripe, ruddy apples around her, exuding a thin steam. Her red hair, like autumn leaves, is decorated with a wreath of cornflowers and ears of corn. Scene: They are sitting on the bizarrely curved branches of an old apple tree, where ripe golden apples are next to the last scarlet leaves. The background is a mystical landscape on the border of worlds: on the left is a dark, coniferous forest, drowning in night fog, where pale lights glow; on the right is a lightening sky, with the first rays of the sun turning light clouds pink and lilac tones. The milky river of Oblivion meanders between them. Style and atmosphere: Vasnetsov's semi—realism, richness of textures - velvety plumage, roughness of tree bark, softness of predawn light. A deep, restrained color palette with accents of precious shades. An epic, fabulous and lyrical atmosphere at the same time, a frozen moment between sadness and joy, between a dream and reality.

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