Storytrees are the twenty-first realm in Possibility Spaces and are based on a story my father created; about a boy who discovered a magical tree wherever possible story ever imagined existed; within the tree. Populated by storybook characters and characters from famous classic children's books; storybook figures; storybook people and storybook creatures.

The following artwork description was redrafted by an LLM from the output of another ML process; which used a service called SceneXplain; which is a script that can view a complex image and then attempt to describe it in words.

So everything in this description has been discovered by an AI process whilst gazing at the image itself; without any human text input or editing.

Some of the elements present in the description may not be in the image; as they may be AI hallucinations.

The descriptions may not be accurate or pleasing!

They are; in their own way; an artistic experiment. They also employ high heat settings and other experimental steps.

Sometimes the editor LLM decided to make its own new chapter title; which I thought was funny; so I left it in.

Please do zoom the highest definition images yourself on www.airtists.com and make your own descriptions of what you find in there!

In the chapter dubbed 'Possible Witch'; we plunge into a narrative painted in surrealistic hues. A gigantic tree is a gargantuan leviathan; unapologetically ruling the bustling; enigmatic woods. Its convoluted limbs stretch out in a riot of forms and colors; sheltering a universe of life forms within its jade-tinted vaults. Pockets of activity bloom on its boughs; figures absorbed in tasks; engaging in mirthful pursuits or lost in the solitude of the distance. The tree; under the soft lunar luminescence; emerges like an enigma; spilling dappled moonlight on the hidden tableau.

Emerging from this forest tapestry is a figure garbed in sanguine; a solitary sentry inspecting the proceedings. Her emerald chapeau matches the one worn by a companion just a breath away; a quiet suggestion of their shared saga. Elsewhere; the unmistakable silhouette of a witch captivates; her flamboyant hat echoing the night and her crimson cloak echoing her counterpart. She stands ensnared in a kaleidoscope of objects; her demeanor indicating deep cogitation.

Peppered throughout this phantasmagorical landscape are enigmatic entities; secret bearers and curious objects. Be it the elusive lunar glow; the grandeur of the colossal tree yearning for the skies; or the fascinating montage of life cradled within its canopy; every element of the scene whispers a story. A cryptic puzzle inviting every spectator to solve it with their personal perception.