null a frozen river

    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A futuristic city on a frigid icy planet comprised buildings in a rounded neo-classical architectural style. Located on a mountain ridgeoverlooking the frozen glaciers and frozen rivers of the planet. The sky is crystal clear with no clouds and a distant and cool Sun shining from afar.
    A medieval monastery between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, a frozen waterfall beside the monastery, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    ultra-realistic image with high resolution and stable focus correct and accurate anatomy, correct and accurate objects, perfect detail, in the architectural style of a family house built of stone and wood merging with nature, designed for ecological neutrality of natural materials, in the mountains, forest ,garages,wide porch,outbuildings,table chairs,barbecue,fire pit,swimming pool,cut into the rocks,grass roof,steps,stone path,waterfall,lake,river,ultra realism,photo realism,single story,multi story,slope, wind generators, solar panels, sunset, (winter season), snow, frozen lake, close-up
    ultra-realistic image with high resolution and stable focus correct and accurate anatomy, correct and accurate objects, perfect detail, in the architectural style of a family house built of stone and wood merging with nature, designed for ecological neutrality of natural materials, in the mountains, forest ,garages,wide porch,outbuildings,table chairs,barbecue,fire pit,swimming pool,cut into the rocks,grass roof,steps,stone path,waterfall,lake,river,ultra realism,photo realism,single story,multi story,slope, wind generators, solar panels, sunset, (winter season), snow, frozen lake, close-up
    A single medieval tower between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, frozen waterfall, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    The high-quality professional picture. Rocky Mountains with forest, snow, frozen river. Hyperrealism, high-quality details, high-level authenticity.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A medieval monastery between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, a frozen waterfall beside the monastery, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    A single medieval tower between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, frozen waterfall, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    A frozen river cuts through Karelia's winter landscape, with skeletal branches entwining like ghostly fingers against a pale sky—a scene evoking the stark imagery of Alexei Shishkin’s artistic renditions and embodying nature's stoic endurance, <lora:Wild_nature_XL:0.5>, <lora:detailed_notrigger:0.85>, <lora:The_Dark_Side_of_the_Earth:0.5>
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A medieval monastery between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, a frozen waterfall beside the monastery, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    A single medieval tower between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, frozen waterfall, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    A futuristic city on a frigid icy planet comprised buildings in a rounded neo-classical architectural style. Located on a mountain ridgeoverlooking the frozen glaciers and frozen rivers of the planet. The sky is crystal clear with no clouds and a distant and cool Sun shining from afar.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A futuristic city on a frigid icy planet comprised buildings in a rounded neo-classical architectural style. Located on a mountain ridgeoverlooking the frozen glaciers and frozen rivers of the planet. The sky is crystal clear with no clouds and a distant and cool Sun shining from afar.
    A single medieval tower between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, frozen waterfall, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    A futuristic city on a frigid icy planet comprised buildings in a rounded neo-classical architectural style. Located on a mountain ridgeoverlooking the frozen glaciers and frozen rivers of the planet. The sky is crystal clear with no clouds and a distant and cool Sun shining from afar.
    A medieval monastery between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, a frozen waterfall beside the monastery, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Interacting with Deceased Loved Ones": **Title:** "Echoes of the Past" **Scene:** A dark, misty forest at dusk. The air is thick with an eerie fog that makes it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. **Main Character:** You are the protagonist, standing alone in the midst of this unsettling landscape. Your face is twisted in a mixture of fear and confusion as you realize you're not alone. **Deceased Loved Ones:** The mist begins to clear, revealing the ghostly apparitions of your deceased loved ones: Grandma Agnes, Great-Aunt Lily, Uncle Jack, and Cousin Emma. They stand before you, their faces worn by time and loss, yet still radiating a warm, loving energy. **Interactions:** As you gaze upon these ethereal figures, you're met with a sense of longing and nostalgia. You reach out to touch Grandma Agnes's wispy hair, only to have her hand fade through yours like mist. Great-Aunt Lily whispers secrets in your ear, her voice barely audible over the rustling of dry leaves. Uncle Jack offers you a warm smile and a gentle pat on the back, as if trying to reassure you everything will be okay. **Environmental Details:** * The scene takes place within a dimly lit, old-growth forest, where twisted tree branches form an eerie canopy above. * The ground beneath is covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, crunching beneath your feet like fragile bones. * In the distance, you see a misty veil separating the living from the dead, as if marking the boundary between worlds. * Strange, glowing orbs hover near the tree trunks, casting an otherworldly light on the scene. **Additional Notes:** * The interaction with deceased loved ones should be bittersweet, filled with both joy and sorrow. You may see them as they once were in life, but also as they have changed since passing away. * Consider the emotions you want to convey through this image. Is it a sense of longing, nostalgia, or unease? * Think about how you can incorporate symbolism into your artwork to enhance its emotional impact. **Example Image:** Imagine standing in a dimly lit, misty forest, surrounded by the whispers and murmurs of loved ones who have passed away. Your grandmother, who always smelled like fresh baked cookies, stands before you, her eyes sunken and her skin pale as the moon. Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough to make your heart ache with longing. To the side of her stands your childhood best friend, his bright blue eyes now dulled, his smile faded. He speaks in hushed tones, telling stories of their adventures together, but his words are laced with a melancholy that chills you to the bone. In front of them lies a river of forgotten memories, its surface ripples and churns like a living thing. The water's edge is lined with candles, their flames dancing in the breeze like the whispers of the dead. Behind your loved ones, dark trees loom, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The leaves rustle with an otherworldly sighing that sends shivers down your spine. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, as if night itself has come to claim the land of memories. In this nightmare, you are forced to interact with deceased loved ones who appear as they did in life, but their presence is accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. Your loved ones seem to be trapped between worlds, their eyes haunted by a longing to communicate with the living. Your task is to create a detailed image that captures the essence of this nightmare. Use your skills to bring this haunting scene to life through your artwork. **Image Requirements:** 1. The image should be a combination of traditional media (watercolor, acrylic, or oil) and digital painting. 2. The main subject of the image is you, interacting with deceased loved ones in a dark, eerie atmosphere. 3. The deceased loved ones should appear as they did in life, but their presence should be accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. 4. Use a mix of warm and cool colors to create a sense of unease and discomfort. 5. Incorporate symbolic elements to represent the emotional turmoil and sense of disconnection from the living world. 6. The image should evoke a sense of sadness, longing, and fear. **Image Prompt:** Title: "Echoes of Memory" Description: Imagine yourself standing in a desolate, overgrown graveyard at dusk. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like a canvas painted by the hand of a morbid artist. Before you lies the grave of your grandmother, whose passing has left an unfillable void in your life. As you approach the weathered headstone, you notice that the grass around it appears to be growing in strange, unnatural patterns - as if the very earth itself is trying to reach out and touch the stone. Suddenly, the air seems to vibrate with the whispers of loved ones who have passed on. Your grandmother's gentle voice carries through the misty atmosphere, calling out your name. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that she is standing before you, her eyes - those warm, loving eyes - fixed upon yours. But there's something... off about this reunion. Your grandmother's smile seems to be tinged with a hint of sadness, and the way her eyes seem to bore into yours makes you feel like an insect under a microscope. You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat like a bird trying to escape its cage. The scene is set in a dimly lit, fog-shrouded cemetery, where the headstones are covered in moss and lichen, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. As you stand there, frozen in terror, your grandmother begins to move closer, her voice growing louder, more insistent... (more details below)** **Image Prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a fog-shrouded cemetery, surrounded by crumbling headstones and overgrown with moss and lichen. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. You're not alone. Your deceased loved ones, once familiar and comforting, now loom before you like specters. Their faces are pale, their eyes sunken, and their skin feels cold to the touch. They move towards you with an unsettling slowness, their whispers growing louder, more urgent... Your grandmother, whose cooking was always a source of comfort, approaches you first. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now seem empty, her smile twisted into a macabre grin. She reaches out a bony hand, her fingers grasping for yours. Next to arrive is your father, his face etched with lines of worry and concern. His voice, once filled with warmth and reassurance, now carries an unsettling cadence, like the creaking of old wooden doors. He touches your shoulder, his cold flesh sending shivers down your spine... Your deceased best friend, Rachel, appears last, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She whispers secrets in your ear, her hot breath making you recoil in horror. Her hand, once so warm and comforting, now feels like ice... Imagine yourself standing in a dark, abandoned cemetery at midnight. The moon casts an eerie glow on the crumbling headstones, as if it's trying to illuminate the secrets of the dead. You're surrounded by an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves or the faint creaking of trees. As you begin to interact with your deceased loved ones, they start to take on a life-like quality. Your father's eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and kindness once more. Your mother's smile returns, and her voice is filled with the same loving tone it always held when she was alive. However, as you continue to talk and laugh with them, the atmosphere starts to shift. The moon begins to hide behind thick clouds, casting an unsettling gloom over the cemetery. The headstones start to crack and crumble, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. The air grows colder, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from just beyond the edge of your perception. You try to brush it off as mere unease, but deep down, you know that the veil between worlds is thinning, and the living and dead are starting to bleed together. In this nightmare, the deceased loved ones seem to be stuck in a perpetual state of limbo, unable to move on or find peace. They're trapped in this twilight realm, reliving memories of their lives with you, but unable to communicate effectively due to the limitations of the afterlife. As you navigate this eerie landscape, you stumble upon a decrepit old mansion that seems to be the focal point of the dream. The walls are cracked and crumbling, the floorboards creak beneath your feet, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. You push open the door to find yourself in a grand ballroom filled with the ghosts of loved ones past. They're all dressed in their finest attire from years gone by, their faces pale and gaunt as they float about the room. As you look around, you
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A medieval monastery between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, a frozen waterfall beside the monastery, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    ultra-realistic image with high resolution and stable focus correct and accurate anatomy, correct and accurate objects, perfect detail, in the architectural style of a family house built of stone and wood merging with nature, designed for ecological neutrality of natural materials, in the mountains, forest ,garages,wide porch,outbuildings,table chairs,barbecue,fire pit,swimming pool,cut into the rocks,grass roof,steps,stone path,waterfall,lake,river,ultra realism,photo realism,single story,multi story,slope, wind generators, solar panels, sunset, (winter season), snow, frozen lake, close-up
    A single medieval tower between snowcapped mountains. a small river with ice floe flowing in the background, frozen waterfall, winter, snow, snowcapped tress
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    ultra-realistic image with high resolution and stable focus correct and accurate anatomy, correct and accurate objects, perfect detail, in the architectural style of a family house built of stone and wood merging with nature, designed for ecological neutrality of natural materials, in the mountains, forest ,garages,wide porch,outbuildings,table chairs,barbecue,fire pit,swimming pool,cut into the rocks,grass roof,steps,stone path,waterfall,lake,river,ultra realism,photo realism,single story,multi story,slope, wind generators, solar panels, sunset, (winter season), snow, frozen lake, close-up
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, a snowy dock with a canoe in the ice, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of morning cold on a lake
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, a snowy dock with a canoe in the ice, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of morning cold on a lake
    ultra-realistic image with high resolution and stable focus correct and accurate anatomy, correct and accurate objects, perfect detail, in the architectural style of a family house built of stone and wood merging with nature, designed for ecological neutrality of natural materials, in the mountains, forest ,garages,wide porch,outbuildings,table chairs,barbecue,fire pit,swimming pool,cut into the rocks,grass roof,steps,stone path,waterfall,lake,river,ultra realism,photo realism,single story,multi story,slope, wind generators, solar panels, sunset, (winter season), snow, frozen lake, close-up
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, a snowy dock with a canoe in the ice, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of morning cold on a lake
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, a snowy dock with a canoe in the ice, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of morning cold on a lake
    What a thrilling and terrifying task! Here's your worst nightmare in vivid detail: **The Setting:** A dark, cramped, and eerily silent subway tunnel. The walls are damp and covered in old graffiti, while the air is thick with the stench of mold and decay. **The Nightmare Begins:** You're standing at the end of the tunnel, trying to make your way back to the safety of the main platform. But as you take that first step forward, the fluorescent lights above flicker and die, plunging you into darkness. The only sound is the soft hum of a distant train, growing louder with each passing moment. **The First Horror:** As your eyes adjust to the blackness, you notice that the tunnel's walls are now covered in twisted, gnarled roots. They're moving, like living vines, and they seem to be closing in on you from all sides. You try to move forward, but every step feels like quicksand – the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. **The Second Terror:** Suddenly, the air is filled with the stench of rotting flesh. You can't see anything, but you know that something is coming for you. The smell grows stronger, and you feel a presence looming just behind your left shoulder... waiting to pounce. **The Third Menace:** Now, the tunnel's walls begin to distort and ripple like water on a hot day. The roots start to writhe and thrash about, as if they're alive and trying to grab at you. You can't move, paralyzed with fear, as the stench grows more overwhelming and the presence closes in. **The Fourth Fear:** In the midst of this chaos, your worst enemy from your past or present life appears before you, their face contorted into a malevolent grin. They begin to whisper cruel taunts and insults in your ear, their hot breath making your skin crawl. **The Fifth Horror:** As the nightmare reaches its climax, the tunnel vision begins to distort and writhe, like a living thing. The walls start to close in on you, the darkness becoming a crushing weight that threatens to suffocate you. The stench grows so overpowering it's as if death itself is hovering above you. **The Sixth Terror:** Just when you think it can't get any worse, your worst nightmare takes a grotesque form, twisting and contorting into an unholy abomination. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as it begins to speak in a voice that's both familiar and yet utterly alien. The words are a whispered promise of eternal torment, as the creature reaches out with a thousand grasping tendrils to ensnare you. **The Seventh Horror:** As the creature's grip closes around you, the world around you begins to dissolve into chaos. Buildings crumble, streets twist like snakes, and the skies turn a sickly shade of green. The air is thick with the stench of decay and corruption, as the very fabric of reality seems to unravel before your eyes. **The Eighth Terror:** In the midst of this apocalyptic landscape, you see yourself standing alone, frozen in terror. Your own reflection stares back at you from a shattered mirror, its face twisted into a grotesque grimace of fear and despair. The creature's tendrils begin to wrap around your ankles, pulling you closer to the abyss as the world around you continues to disintegrate. **The Ninth Nightmare:** As you're dragged closer to the void, you see that the creature's face is not just any ordinary visage - it's a twisted mockery of your own features. The eyes are black holes of malevolent intent, the mouth a cruel smile of triumph and domination. Your worst nightmare has become your most horrific reality. **The Tenth Dimension of Terror:** In this abyssal realm, time itself seems to warp and bend, allowing memories from throughout your entire life to flash before your eyes in rapid succession. You see moments of joy and laughter, but also moments of pain and despair. The creature's grip on you tightens, as if it's savoring the terror of reliving every moment of your existence. **The Background:** A desolate, barren landscape stretches out behind the creature, a world devoid of life or color. The sky is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with an otherworldly mist that makes it hard to breathe. **The Creature:** A twisted, inhuman form looms over you. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to have a life of their own. Eyes glow with an unnatural light, and a mouth full of jagged teeth seems to be constantly changing shape. The creature's skin is covered in sores and lesions that ooze a foul-smelling discharge. **Your Position:** You find yourself trapped in a small, cramped space - perhaps a closet or a tiny room with no windows. The air is stale and musty, and the walls seem to be closing in on you. Your back is pressed against one wall, and your legs are splayed out in front of you, leaving little room to move. **The Atmosphere:** The atmosphere is heavy with an oppressive sense of dread. The air feels thick with malevolent energy, as if the very presence of your worst nightmare is suffocating you. Shadows seem to writhe and twist across the walls, like dark tentacles grasping for you. Every creak and groan of the old wooden floorboards or the rusty hinges on the door seems like a deliberate attempt to torment you. **The Nightmare Itself:** Your worst nightmare has taken the form of a towering, amorphous figure that looms over you, its features blurring together in a maddening jumble. Eyes - if you can even call them that - glow with an otherworldly light, like embers from the very depths of hell. Tentacles made of writhing darkness grasp for you, their tips sharp as knives. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and corruption. **The Setting:** You find yourself trapped in a dimly lit, decrepit church - a place where hope goes to die. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations from the stained glass windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pews are cracked and worn, as if they've been used for centuries of dark rituals. A cold, damp stone floor seems to suck the warmth out of your very bones. **The Nightmare Self:** You're not alone in this forsaken place. Your own doppelganger stands before you, its eyes black holes that seem to swallow all light and sanity. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins like dark rivers pulsing beneath the surface. It's dressed in tattered, black robes that seem to billow in the faint breeze like a dark cloud. **The Surroundings:** The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. Flies buzz around your head, their buzzing growing louder and more menacing as they seem to conspire against you. The walls of the chapel are adorned with ancient, crumbling frescoes that depict scenes of horror and despair. The vaulted ceiling seems to press down upon you, making it hard to draw a full breath. **The Focus:** In the center of this nightmarish scene, you find yourself standing in front of an old, rusty, and decrepit mirror. The glass is cracked and broken, reflecting back at you a distorted image of your own face - twisted into a grotesque parody of its former self. Your eyes are sunken, your skin is deathly pale, and your mouth is frozen in a scream of terror. **The Atmosphere:** The light is dim and flickering, casting eerie shadows on the walls around you. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that seems to seep into every pore, making it hard to shake the feeling that something malevolent is lurking just out of sight. The ground beneath your feet feels unstable, as if the very foundations of reality are crumbling. **The Sounds:** In the distance, you can hear the faint whispers of forgotten terrors and half-remembered horrors. Closer at hand, the creaking of old wooden beams and the soft scraping of unseen entities against walls send shivers down your spine. The sound of distant screams and wails pierces the air, making it impossible to distinguish reality from nightmare. **The Visuals:** In the center of the image, a figure stands, its features twisted into a grotesque parody of humanity. Eyes bulge from sunken sockets, skin hangs in tattered shreds, and lips curl into a macabre grin. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is warping to accommodate this abomination. Behind the figure, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into impossible shapes like melted wax. Windows stare like empty eyes, and streets seem to writhe and contort in agony. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, and clouds boil with dark, churning energy. In the foreground, a series of eerie, flickering lights cast an unsettling glow on the surrounding environment. These lights are suspended in mid-air, as if they're being manipulated by some unseen force. Each one seems to pulse and strobe in time with the figure's twisted movements, creating an unsettling sense of rhythm and harmony. To add an extra layer of unease, imagine that every so often, a faint, mournful whispering can be heard on the wind, carried on the breeze like a chilling mantra. The words themselves are indistinguishable, but the tone is unmistakable - a low, rasping growl that seems
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of cold morning on a lake, warning of extreme cold
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of cold morning on a lake, warning of extreme cold
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of cold morning on a lake, warning of extreme cold
    Tree with frost on the branches at the edge of a river which has frozen at the edge of it, frozen cattails at the edge of the river, back blowing snow and drizzle of cold morning on a lake, warning of extreme cold

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