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    cinematic photo It was dark in the distance,but there was a soft light coming from the distance. The dense spiritual energy rippled,and the flowing clouds were like waves. This place was unusually sacred. Fallen flowers were colorful. Crystal petals fell from this place where holy light flowed. They carried a fragrant fragrance and bursts of vitality. Apart from this,pure white immortal qi spread out and surrounded the place. Shi Hao stood still. It was as if he had heard the sigh of a true immortal. It was as if he had experienced a hundred generations of reincarnation. It was as if he had seen the ancient changes of immortals. She remained still,<lora:WildcardX-XL-Detail-Enhancer:1>,<lora:detailed_notrigger:0.8>,, ultra quality, ultra detailed, intricate details, 8k, hdr, ultrarealistic, photorealistic . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed<lora:CrackedPyrite:1><lora:CrackedPyrite:1><lora:CrackedPyrite:1><lora:CrackedPyrite:1>
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    Don't look back in anger I heard you say
    Imagine a remote mountain village at twilight, where the last light of the day bathes the snow-capped peaks in soft, golden hues. The village is nestled in a valley, surrounded by towering pine trees and steep, rocky cliffs. A cold breeze carries the crisp scent of pine. Snowmobiles and sleds glide through narrow, icy paths, leaving behind faint tracks in the snow, while the sound of the crackling fire from the hearths can be heard in the quiet evening air. The town is peaceful, with villagers preparing for the night, wrapping themselves in layers of warm furs and wool. Above, the sky darkens to a deep indigo, with stars beginning to pierce the sky like tiny diamonds. Though the cold and isolation are ever-present, the people here are resilient, having adapted to the harsh winters and the rugged terrain. They live in harmony with the mountains, their lives intertwined with the rhythms of the changing seasons, embracing the stillness of the snow and the strength of the land beneath them
    Imagine a remote mountain city at twilight, where the last light of the day bathes the snow-capped peaks in soft, golden hues. The village is nestled in a valley, surrounded by towering pine trees and steep, rocky cliffs. A cold breeze carries the crisp scent of pine. Snowmobiles and sleds glide through narrow, icy paths, leaving behind faint tracks in the snow, while the sound of the crackling fire from the hearths can be heard in the quiet evening air. The town is peaceful, with villagers preparing for the night, wrapping themselves in layers of warm furs and wool. Above, the sky darkens to a deep indigo, with stars beginning to pierce the sky like tiny diamonds. Though the cold and isolation are ever-present, the people here are resilient, having adapted to the harsh winters and the rugged terrain. They live in harmony with the mountains, their lives intertwined with the rhythms of the changing seasons, embracing the stillness of the snow and the strength of the land beneath them
    He mentioned the establishment of the Dynasty in Carcosa, the lakes which connected Hastur, Aldebaran and the mystery of the Hyades. He spoke of Cassilda and Camilla, and sounded the cloudy depths of Demhe, and the Lake of Hali. "The scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill forever", he muttered, but I do not believe Vance heard him. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King, ink lineart <lyco:darkfairytales:1>
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    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
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    Tilt-shift photo of It was dark in the distance,but there was a soft light coming from the distance. The dense spiritual energy rippled,and the flowing clouds were like waves. This place was unusually sacred. Fallen flowers were colorful. Crystal petals fell from this place where holy light flowed. They carried a fragrant fragrance and bursts of vitality. Apart from this,pure white immortal qi spread out and surrounded the place. Shi Hao stood still. It was as if he had heard the sigh of a true immortal. It was as if he had experienced a hundred generations of reincarnation. It was as if he had seen the ancient changes of immortals. She remained still,<lora:WildcardX-XL-Detail-Enhancer:1>,<lora:detailed_notrigger:0.8>,, ultra quality, ultra detailed, intricate details, 8k, hdr, ultrarealistic, photorealistic . Selective focus, miniature effect, blurred background, highly detailed, vibrant, perspective control<lora:low_poly_count:1><lora:low_poly_count:1><lora:low_poly_count:1><lora:low_poly_count:1>
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    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
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    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    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
    They came at night, leaving fear behind Shadows were on the ground Nobody knew where to find him No evidence was found "I'm never coming back!" they heard him cry And I believe him He never meant to do anything wrong It's gonna get worse if he waits too long Now Billy, Billy, don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you Oh, now Billy, Billy, don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you Oh, now Billy, Billy, don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you Oh, now Billy, Billy, don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you…

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