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    The room is illuminated by daylight. The picture is such that it becomes not pleasant to be there. Two girls were sitting. Everything is a mess of dirt, rotten food and waste. The windows in your room have never been opened. I took her to one of the girls and asked her what she was doing here. It was as if I had moved into her body and started talking. She told me that a man had kidnapped them, kept them in the room for several months, harassed them, but waited until they themselves would not mind. After the story, I return to my body and I become unbearably disgusted with everything. I tried to find at least something that could be used, everything was not usable.
    Oakenhowl was an old treant older than even the eldest of humans. They stood over 15 meters tall and had a tall crown of thick, forking branches covered in crimson leaves as summer came to a close. A family of mice had slept in the hollow of a branch during a mild winter. It was an experience the treant would never forget, or so they told themselves. Their strong trunk was enjoyed as protection by many creatures; perhaps some would become the treant's friends. There was a knotty visage within the bark; it looked almost carved into the treant's wood itself. Their branches, thick and stretched outward, were capable of moving with incredible speed. Their strength was terrifying, though use of force was never needed. Two thick legs were capable of lifting the treant, strong enough to carry the treant wherever it wished. The little treant slept most of the time, though dreamt of exploring while doing so.
    high quality realistic (highest quality, award winning, photographic illustration), colorful. In the harsh, unforgiving light of a ruined world, the face of a lone survivor told a story of resilience and sorrow. Her skin, weathered, bore the marks of countless battles and hardships, each line etched deeply by time and survival. Her piercing, steely eyes, framed by strands of dark, tangled hair, held an intensity that spoke of both fierce determination and haunting memories. Beneath the grime and dust, a quiet beauty lingered, softened only by a few traces of warmth and compassion that the world had not yet stolen from her. A faint scar traced the line of her cheek, a reminder of battles past, while her lips, set in a solemn line, spoke silently of loss and unwavering strength. In this world of steel and ashes, where humanity clung to survival, she stood as a testament to endurance, her face a portrait of both fragility and unbreakable resolve.
    Oakenhowl was an old treant older than even the eldest of humans. They stood over 15 meters tall and had a tall crown of thick, forking branches covered in crimson leaves as summer came to a close. A family of mice had slept in the hollow of a branch during a mild winter. It was an experience the treant would never forget, or so they told themselves. Their strong trunk was enjoyed as protection by many creatures; perhaps some would become the treant's friends. There was a knotty visage within the bark; it looked almost carved into the treant's wood itself. Their branches, thick and stretched outward, were capable of moving with incredible speed. Their strength was terrifying, though use of force was never needed. Two thick legs were capable of lifting the treant, strong enough to carry the treant wherever it wished. The little treant slept most of the time, though dreamt of exploring while doing so.
    Oakenhowl was an old treant older than even the eldest of humans. They stood over 15 meters tall and had a tall crown of thick, forking branches covered in crimson leaves as summer came to a close. A family of mice had slept in the hollow of a branch during a mild winter. It was an experience the treant would never forget, or so they told themselves. Their strong trunk was enjoyed as protection by many creatures; perhaps some would become the treant's friends. There was a knotty visage within the bark; it looked almost carved into the treant's wood itself. Their branches, thick and stretched outward, were capable of moving with incredible speed. Their strength was terrifying, though use of force was never needed. Two thick legs were capable of lifting the treant, strong enough to carry the treant wherever it wished. The little treant slept most of the time, though dreamt of exploring while doing so.
    Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth I know you don't know what life is really worth It's not all that glitter is gold Half the story has never been told So now you see the light, ay You stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Most people think great God will come from the sky Take away everything, and make everybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you see the light You stand up for your right, yeah Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah) Stand up for your right (oh-ooh) Get up, stand up (get up, stand up) Don't give up the fight (life is your right) Get up, stand up (so, we can't give up the fight) Stand up for your right (Lord, Lord) Get up, stand up (keep on struggling on) Don't give up the fight (yeah)
    The room is illuminated by daylight. The picture is such that it becomes not pleasant to be there. Two girls were sitting. Everything is a mess of dirt, rotten food and waste. The windows in your room have never been opened. I took her to one of the girls and asked her what she was doing here. It was as if I had moved into her body and started talking. She told me that a man had kidnapped them, kept them in the room for several months, harassed them, but waited until they themselves would not mind. After the story, I return to my body and I become unbearably disgusted with everything. I tried to find at least something that could be used, everything was not usable.
    The room is illuminated by daylight. The picture is such that it becomes not pleasant to be there. Two girls were sitting. Everything is a mess of dirt, rotten food and waste. The windows in your room have never been opened. I took her to one of the girls and asked her what she was doing here. It was as if I had moved into her body and started talking. She told me that a man had kidnapped them, kept them in the room for several months, harassed them, but waited until they themselves would not mind. After the story, I return to my body and I become unbearably disgusted with everything. I tried to find at least something that could be used, everything was not usable.
    anamorphic cinematic film still, scifi, neo-noir, a smoky fantasy future multilevel cabaret club, located somewhere within millsport city, the ambience and chiaroscuro lighting style create an alluring sense of mystery and wonder, with, verticality, and depth, so as to give off the impression that many tales could be told about such a locale.
    The room is illuminated by daylight. The picture is such that it becomes not pleasant to be there. Two girls were sitting. Everything is a mess of dirt, rotten food and waste. The windows in your room have never been opened. I took her to one of the girls and asked her what she was doing here. It was as if I had moved into her body and started talking. She told me that a man had kidnapped them, kept them in the room for several months, harassed them, but waited until they themselves would not mind. After the story, I return to my body and I become unbearably disgusted with everything. I tried to find at least something that could be used, everything was not usable.
    anamorphic cinematic film still, scifi, neo-noir, a smoky fantasy future multilevel cabaret club, located somewhere within millsport city, the ambience and chiaroscuro lighting style create an alluring sense of mystery and wonder, with, verticality, and depth, so as to give off the impression that many tales could be told about such a locale.
    Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth I know you don't know what life is really worth It's not all that glitter is gold Half the story has never been told So now you see the light, ay You stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Most people think great God will come from the sky Take away everything, and make everybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you see the light You stand up for your right, yeah Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah) Stand up for your right (oh-ooh) Get up, stand up (get up, stand up) Don't give up the fight (life is your right) Get up, stand up (so, we can't give up the fight) Stand up for your right (Lord, Lord) Get up, stand up (keep on struggling on) Don't give up the fight (yeah)
    Erika, a lone yet captivating free-spirited female, stood out with her solo presence amidst the bustling evening arts festival in Berlin's culturally diverse Kreuzberg district, as she effortlessly embodied and expressed the essence of street art and spontaneous creativity through her fashion statement—a sleek bohemian dress adorned with patchwork and ethnic patterns, accentuated by chunky silver rings and high-top sneakers bearing abstract designs—as she posed in front of an unfinished mural, perfectly mirroring the vibrant urban life stories told by both the park bench and towering graffiti artworks around her. <lora:hrlhpp18f20d4894ew6:1>
    anamorphic cinematic film still, scifi, neo-noir, a smoky fantasy future multilevel cabaret club, located somewhere within millsport city, the ambience and chiaroscuro lighting style create an alluring sense of mystery and wonder, with, verticality, and depth, so as to give off the impression that many tales could be told about such a locale.

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