AI Video: Deep in the desert, there was a man who didn’t carry a canteen, but a paintbrush. ​Whenever a stray

Prompt

Deep in the desert, there was a man who didn’t carry a canteen, but a paintbrush. ​Whenever a stray cloud floated by, he would reach up and paint a single, vibrant blue stroke across the sky. Instantly, the dry sand beneath him would sprout a tiny patch of neon-green clover. By the time he reached the other side of the dunes, he had left a winding trail of emerald life behind him—a secret garden that only existed until the sun went down.