This is the beginning of a book. Please create a suitable image

This is the beginning of a book. Please create a suitable image. The picture please a little warmer a little more autumn colors. She should perhaps squat on the floor: Sometimes you wake up and still find yourself in the middle of a nightmare. When Aylin opened her eyes and immediately found herself surrounded by darkness, it was exactly that. A nightmare. The rain poured down on them incessantly, soaked her clothes and let the cold creep deep into her bones. The cobblestones beneath her were hard and damp and the sharp metallic smell of blood hung heavy in the air. He crept into her nose, burned in her throat. With trembling hands she felt her body, felt the wetness and the sticky feeling of the blood on her skin, that not even the rain could wash away, as if it had burned itself into her. There was oppressive darkness in her head. The last, that she could remember, was the moment, as she left the small café, where her Macy worked. A Tuesday, she knew that, because she and Macy met every Tuesday evening to sit in the cafe and talk until late. How much time had passed since then? She didn't know, how long she had been lying there, Incapable, to move. Everything around her seemed unreal, foreign. The cold, The grey walls of the houses rose like oppressive, faceless guards against the gloomy sky. The narrow street ended in a dead end. No escape route, no memories. Only the cold and the darkness. Aylin tried, to stand upright, but her legs were heavy as lead. She sank back onto the pavement, leaned against the cold wall of the house and blinked against the increasingly heavy rain. The world around her seemed to sway, the contours of the houses blurred in the darkness. A lonely lantern cast its pale light on the barren alley. The windowless facades seemed like silent witnesses to their misery, as if they were