Kling 2.5 Turbo (pro) Prompt: He was flying, not running. His mane of living flame fluttered in the wind, and instead of sparks, his hooves sent out beams of golden light as they hit the cobblestones. This light spread like living water across the facades of the houses with their crooked roofs and stained glass windows. The city absorbed it, awakening from its slumber. The wooden dragons on the eaves stretched lazily, and the weather vanes began to play a soft melody of the wind. Windows were thrown open, and the inhabitants—bakers in dusty aprons, girls with long braids, and old men in pointed hats—peered out. There was no fear, no panic. Only astonishment, and then a wild, joyful smile. They waved to the running wonder, and it seemed that the very air was filled with laughter and chimes. The fiery horse brought not destruction, but celebration, and a city that had forgotten magic was reminded in an instant. Option 3: Poetic and metaphorical He was a rushing spring in the midst of a stone winter. Every hoofbeat on the pavement was like a heartbeat, sending a surge of life through the city's veins. The houses