Master Dandelion was singing. The witcher who came with him drew his sword and clinked it on his lap as if it were an instrument. The iron sword and the silk strings played together, blending joyfully into the song.
They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.