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    The depiction of the unimaginable inevitable endless cosmic horror coming from the deadly void of space in the form of the giant irritating ethereal undescribable ancient monolith, high quality, detailed, intricate details, masterpiece, by alfred stevens

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    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
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    As when upon a tranced summer-night Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave So came these words and went the while in tears She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground Just where her falling hair might be outspread A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
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    Along the shore the cloud waves break The twin suns sink behind the lake The shadows lengthen In Carcosa Strange is the night where black stars rise And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa Songs that the Hyades shall sing Where flap the tatters of the King Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa Song of my soul my voice is dead Die thou unsung as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa, cosmic horror, dark art, by robert henri, King in Yellow, lovecraftian
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