Un cockpit d’avion fracassé scrute un horizon brumeux
Prompt
The front of the cockpit—its windshield long since shattered by wind and time—seemed to scan the misty horizon, as if still guiding an invisible crew toward a secret destination. The gaping doorway opened into a rocky recess, transforming the former passenger cabin into a verdant sanctuary where the song of birds had replaced the roar of jet engines.
