At the bottom of the Surreal Style image, Keep the vampires from your door Ay, ay, ay, ay Feels like fire I'm so in love with you Dreams are like angels They keep bad at bay, bad at bay Love is the light Scaring darkness away, yeah I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul Flame on, burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door When the chips are down I'll be around With my undying, death-defying love for you Envy will hurt itself Let yourself be beautiful Sparkling love, flowers And pearls and pretty girls Love is like an energy Rushin' an' rushin' inside of me, eh The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul Flame on, burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal This time we go sublime Lovers entwine, divine, divine Love is danger, love is pleasure Love is pure, the only treasure I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul The power of love A force from above A sky-scraping dove Flame on burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires

Dreamlike, Dali-inspired surreal romantic winter scene: a snowy gothic woodland clearing at blue hour, evergreens bending like cathedral arches, branches melting into the sky like soft wax. At the center, a crescent-moon-shaped onyx bath carved into the ice, steaming like a nebula. A gothic man and a gothic woman bathe together, lovers close and serene, porcelain skin, black lace and velvet details, jewelry glinting; modest, tasteful coverage by hair, water, and mist (no explicit nudity). Their breath becomes silvery doves; the steam unfurls into glowing heart-shaped clouds.

Birds and berries as living constellations: crimson cardinals, waxwings, and elegant ravens orbit on blackthorn branches; holly and rowan berries rise like ruby bubbles from the bath and drift into the sky as tiny planets. Snowflakes fall upward and sideways in slow spirals, each flake a miniature halo. A protective ring of slender candles around the bath – elongated, melting flames that curl into “tongues of fire,” casting warm amber over icy blues.

Subtle Christmas motifs woven into the surreal: glass star ornaments droop like soft clocks from the boughs; a sky-scraping dove formed from aurora and starlight stretches above them; distant church-bell silhouettes morph into moons. In the treeline, a soft, harmless shadow of a hooded figure dissolves into mist beyond the candle circle, “kept from the door.”

Mood and palette: romantic, intimate, otherworldly; pearlescent moonlight, indigo and midnight blue, ink-black, evergreen, with accents of holly red and warm candle-gold. Ethereal rim lighting, soft bloom, delicate bokeh shaped like doves and berries, gentle snowfall sparkle. Composition: tall portrait, image-first, generous negative space near the bottom for the long text, lovers centered, forest arches framing them, leading lines into the glowing bath.

Add a tiny, cheeky caption near the top in a whisper-thin pale-gold serif: Love keeps winter—and fangs—at bay.

Art direction notes: dreamlike surrealism, melting shapes, impossible reflections, painterly textures, fine detail, soft grain, no logos or watermarks, no gore, PG-13 sensuality only.

Generated with these themes: Gothic man and women bathing in snowy wood with birds and berrys, and .

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