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    Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for And homes, places we've grown All of us are done for (done for) And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run from 'Cause yeah, everybody here's Got somebody to lean on So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don't listen to me 'Cause you say you see straight through me Don't you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care Oh, did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me do you? And is this my final chance of getting you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care, if you care Did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you For you, I will always be waiting And it's you I see But you don't see me And it's you, I hear So loud and so clear I sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention And you know how much I need you But you never even see me I awake to find no peace of mind I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here" "Where I cannot see so clear?" I said, "What do I know?" "Show me the right way to go" And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies I awake to see that no one is free We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here I cannot sleep from fear, no I said, "Which way do I turn?" Oh, I forget everything I learn And the spies came out of the water And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies And if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And if we don't hide now They're gonna catch us where we sleep Ah, and if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so good 'cause you know That those spies hide out in every corner They can't touch you, no 'Cause they're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say You say, "Oh, sing one we know" But I promise you this I'll always look out for you Yeah, that's what I'll do I say, "Ohh" I say, "Ohh" My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do And I know, I was wrong But I won't let you down Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will I said, "Ohh" I cry, "Ohh" Yeah, I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks And I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks Sing it out Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do Oh no, I see A spider web is tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I'd said Oh no, what's this? A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run The thought of all the stupid things I've done And I, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no, I never meant to do you harm Oh no, I see A spider web and it's me in the middle So I twist and turn Here am I in my little bubble Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm They spun a web for me They spun a web for me They spun a web for me In a haze, a stormy haze I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always Here I am, and I'll take my time Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always Can anybody fly this thing Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? Can anybody stop this thing Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? In high speed High speed High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed I want to live life and never be cruel And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life and always be true And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy Oh, and I don't have a soul to save Yes, and I sin every single day We never change, do we? We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy I want to live where the sun comes out When I counted up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good ones on my shoulders I drove the other ones away So if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost When you thought that it was over You could feel it all around And everybody's out to get you Don't you let it drag you down 'Cause if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost If you ever feel neglected If you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Everything's not lost So come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Sing out, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh yeah Sing out, yeah And everything's not lost Now I never meant to do you wrong That's what I came here to say But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry I don't let it stand in our way 'Cause my head just aches when I think of The things that I shouldn't have done But life is for living, we all know And I don't want to live it alone Sing out, ah ah Sing ah ah ah And just sing ah ah ah ah ah<lora:wegg:1.0>
    • “ At last majestic Phaedra appeared and projected a band of orange-red light across the water. At this moment the air stirred and shivered the river with cat’s- paws. Sails flapped and filled; hawsers were thrown clear; the vessel shouldered sluggishly out upon the water, barely maintaining way against the current.” • (((incredible detail, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, deep shadows, highest resolution))), (8k uhd:1,4) <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Dynamic Poses:1>
    (masterpiece:1.2, best quality), (real picture, intricate details), (night, dark, downpour:1.4), sad, There was no one in the alley, and the surroundings were silent, only the raindrops sprinkled on the tile eaves of the low houses near and far, making a slight rustling sound. In the cold rain, (1girl, wet hooded jacket, sad, tears in eyes, shivering:1.2) squatting on the ground, side view, SkinHairDetail, aesthetic,
    35mm, a realistic amateur RAW photo of young Emma , big_natural_breasts, wavy hair, blonde_hair, shivering, (goosebumps:0.7), hands on the side, (cellulite, skin spots, acnes:0.6), freckles, beautiful face, thin face, (eyeliner, lipstick:0.9), smiling, (sitting:1.2), (ultra detailed skin:1.2), (leg high:1.1), hard lighting, fog, shadows, uhd, hdr, high contrast, light leak, gold dust (3dcg:0.7), extremely detailed background, indoor garden background <lora:jk-big-natural-breasts-litev01:0.7>, harsh lighting, focus on face and nipples, full body showing
    Bizarre scene depicting a (broccoli-monster:1.3), wearing tribal headdress, (shivering grumpily:1.2), in rio de janeiro, disgusted, ((horror theme)), High Resolution, (cinematic:0.95) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.75>
    • “ At last majestic Phaedra appeared and projected a band of orange-red light across the water. At this moment the air stirred and shivered the river with cat’s- paws. Sails flapped and filled; hawsers were thrown clear; the vessel shouldered sluggishly out upon the water, barely maintaining way against the current.” • (((incredible detail, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, deep shadows, highest resolution))), (8k uhd:1,4) <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Dynamic Poses:1>
    realistic analog photo, award winning photo, 1girl, (shivering, freezing:1.1), (rosy cheeks and nose tip:1.2), rubbing hands, (worried look:1.1), <lora:edgWinterDressCode:0.75> wearing edgwdc, fur lined coat, latex coat, Style-Winter BREAK Claudia, feminine woman, 24 yearsold, fit body, toned body, lithe body, supple body, pert d cups, sunburnt skin, tanlines, birthmarks, shoulderlength auburn wavey hair, oblong face, fine features, arched eyebrows heterochromia, round eyes, fleshy upturned nose, thin lips, upturned lips , RAW, highres, 8k, uhd, High Dynamic Range, tonemapping, crisp details,
    • “ At last majestic Phaedra appeared and projected a band of orange-red light across the water. At this moment the air stirred and shivered the river with cat’s- paws. Sails flapped and filled; hawsers were thrown clear; the vessel shouldered sluggishly out upon the water, barely maintaining way against the current.” • (((incredible detail, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, deep shadows, highest resolution))), (8k uhd:1,4) <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Dynamic Poses:1>
    (masterpiece:1.2, best quality), (real picture, intricate details), (night, dark, downpour:1.4), sad, There was no one in the alley, and the surroundings were silent, only the raindrops sprinkled on the tile eaves of the low houses near and far, making a slight rustling sound. In the cold rain, (1girl, wet hooded jacket, sad, tears in eyes, shivering:1.2) squatting on the ground, side view, SkinHairDetail, aesthetic,
    Stephen Gammell style horror illustration of vicious shivering geisha riding on a gardevoir, ((near a skyscraper)), huge breasts, fever dream, grotesque, (yonic:1.2), nightmarish, delirious, black and white, inkblot, watercolor, haunting, surreal, cannibalism, (junji ito) <lora:Stephen Gammell Style:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.8> <lora:riding_on_a:0.6>
    <lora:NatureLandscapePainting01_Hap_XL:2.8>, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.3>, nature,serene,oil painting,brushstrokes painting,illustration,impressionistic,visual depth, In a swirling cloud of toxic green, the doomed dance of the Joker and Harley Quinn unfolds. Their twisted love story is reflected in their eerie, poison-tinged auras, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who dares to witness their chaotic chemistry. This haunting image captures a moment of tension and passion between the two iconic characters from the DC universe. The scene is depicted in a beautifully detailed painting, showcasing the intricate details of their costumes and expressions. The vibrant colors and dynamic composition add depth and emotion to the portrayal, making it a truly u
    (masterpiece:1.2, best quality), (real picture, intricate details), (night, dark, downpour:1.4), sad, There was no one in the alley, and the surroundings were silent, only the raindrops sprinkled on the tile eaves of the low houses near and far, making a slight rustling sound. In the cold rain, (1girl, wet hooded jacket, sad, tears in eyes, shivering:1.2) squatting on the ground, side view, SkinHairDetail, aesthetic,
    On the peak of the snow-covered mountain, where the wind howled with a biting chill, a young, scarcely-clad warrior stood defiantly. Her breath formed clouds in the freezing air as she gazed upon the massive blue ice dragon that loomed before her, its scales glistening like frozen sapphires. The dragon's icy gaze met hers, and a shiver ran down her spine, though not from the cold. Clutching her frost-bitten sword, she could feel the raw power emanating from the beast, its presence a testament to the ancient and untamed forces of nature. As the dragon let out a roar that echoed through the mountain ranges, the warrior drew strength from her resolve, knowing this encounter was not just a fight for survival but a crucial step in her destiny.
    35mm, a realistic amateur RAW photo of young Emma , big_natural_breasts, wavy hair, blonde_hair, shivering, (goosebumps:0.7), hands on the side, (cellulite, skin spots, acnes:0.6), freckles, beautiful face, thin face, (eyeliner, lipstick:0.9), smiling, (sitting:1.2), (ultra detailed skin:1.2), (leg high:1.1), hard lighting, fog, shadows, uhd, hdr, high contrast, light leak, gold dust (3dcg:0.7), extremely detailed background, indoor garden background <lora:jk-big-natural-breasts-litev01:0.7>, harsh lighting, focus on face and nipples, full body showing
    photo taken from 5 meters away, 8K, In a dimly lit, decaying diner, frozen in time, a sinister scene unfolded. A grotesque, obese clown perched upon an L-shaped, blood-red sofa, creating an eerie juxtaposition. Its corpulent form oozed discomfort, occupying the space with malevolent intent. With beady eyes that glinted malevolently, the clown's wired smile seemed to conceal a sinister secret. Every grotesque feature, from the smeared makeup to the disheveled costume, whispered a chilling tale of desolation. The abandoned diner's flickering lights cast eerie shadows, amplifying the clown's horrifying presence. The photograph captured a nightmarish moment frozen in time, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to gaze upon it., Indie game art, Vector Art, Borderlands style, Arcane style, Cartoon style, Line art, Disctinct features, Hand drawn, Technical illustration, Graphic design, Vector graphics, High contrast, Precision artwork, Linear compositions, Scalable artwork, Digital art, cinematic sensual, Sharp focus, humorous illustration, big depth of field, Masterpiece, trending on artstation, Vivid colors, trending on ArtStation, trending on CGSociety, Intricate, Low Detail, dramatic, Tiny cute isometric in a cutaway box, soft smooth lighting, soft colors, 100mm lens, 3d blender render
    naturecore aesthetic the thunderbird perches on the plush seat, its feathers a mesmerizing blend of iridescent blues and greens that seem to shift in the dim cabin lighting. its eyes gleam with an otherworldly intensity as it gazes at the 30 year old flight attendant, who stands frozen in place, her hand hovering above the drink cart. the air is heavy with the scent of perfume and stale air, and the soft hum of the engines creates a hypnotic beat that draws everyone on board into the thunderbird's orbit. as the plane hits turbulence, the bird's feathers ruffle softly, sending shivers down the attendant's spine as she feels an inexplicable pull towards the creature's powerful form. . earthy, organic, green, highly detailed
    sexy 20yo girl shivering in the snow
    realistic photo of women nummynoms, (young:1.2), half body shot, (beautiful face:1.2), thin face, (eyeliner, lipstick:0.7), curvy, smiling, huge_breasts, sagging_breasts, pale_areolae, long hair, brown_hair, shivering, (goosebumps:0.7), (moles_on_breast:1.0) (ultra detailed skin), (white bikini bottom:1.0), rule of thirds, golden hour, sunlight, shadows, 4k, 8k, depth of field, extremely detailed background, outdoor, sky with clouds, beach background, style by Amiet Cuno, m:0.7) <lora:nummynoms-000002:1>
    monster horror style in the heart of the planetarium, an otherworldly entity materializes on the dome's curvature. the elemental plane, known as kyrios, looms 30 feet tall with skin like dark, swirling clouds and eyes that burn with an ethereal blue fire. its presence sends shivers through the air, conjuring an atmosphere of foreboding dread. a 32 year old astronomer, dr. sofia rodriguez, stands frozen in terror at the foot of kyrios, her eyes fixed on the creature's twisted form as it begins to whisper ancient incantations that stir the very fabric of reality. the planetarium's stars and planets twinkle above like diamonds scattered across a velvet expanse, while the shadows cast by kyrios' presence seem to writhe and twist like living darkness. in the background, the planetarium's control panels glow with an eerie blue light, as if infused with the elemental plane's own essence. . terrifying creatures, fear of the unknown, survival themes, dark visuals
    Amidst this eerie landscape, the undead pixies flit about, their once-ethereal beauty now transformed into a grotesque and haunting visage. Their delicate, translucent wings are now tattered and torn, resembling eerie cobwebs. Their eyes, once twinkling with mischief, now gleam with a sinister light. These undead pixies move with an eerie grace, casting ominous shadows as they dance through the gloom. They emit a ghostly, mournful melody that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare to listen. Instead of sprinkling glittering fairy dust, they disperse clouds of dark, iridescent spores that choke the air with a sense of dread. RAW photo, subject, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3
    <lora:SS02ImpressionisticPainting_Hap_XL:2>,Thomas Kinkade style, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.1> In a swirling cloud of toxic green, the doomed dance of the Joker and Harley Quinn unfolds. Their twisted love story is reflected in their eerie, poison-tinged auras, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who dares to witness their chaotic chemistry. This haunting image captures a moment of tension and passion between the two iconic characters from the DC universe. The scene is depicted in a beautifully detailed painting, showcasing the intricate details of their costumes and expressions. The vibrant colors and dynamic composition add depth and emotion to the portrayal, making it a truly u
    On the peak of the snow-covered mountain, where the wind howled with a biting chill, a young, scarcely-clad warrior stood defiantly. Her breath formed clouds in the freezing air as she gazed upon the massive blue ice dragon that loomed before her, its scales glistening like frozen sapphires. The dragon's icy gaze met hers, and a shiver ran down her spine, though not from the cold. Clutching her frost-bitten sword, she could feel the raw power emanating from the beast, its presence a testament to the ancient and untamed forces of nature. As the dragon let out a roar that echoed through the mountain ranges, the warrior drew strength from her resolve, knowing this encounter was not just a fight for survival but a crucial step in her destiny.
    On the peak of the snow-covered mountain, where the wind howled with a biting chill, a young, scarcely-clad warrior stood defiantly. Her breath formed clouds in the freezing air as she gazed upon the massive blue ice dragon that loomed before her, its scales glistening like frozen sapphires. The dragon's icy gaze met hers, and a shiver ran down her spine, though not from the cold. Clutching her frost-bitten sword, she could feel the raw power emanating from the beast, its presence a testament to the ancient and untamed forces of nature. As the dragon let out a roar that echoed through the mountain ranges, the warrior drew strength from her resolve, knowing this encounter was not just a fight for survival but a crucial step in her destiny.
    photo taken from 5 meters away, 8K, In a dimly lit, decaying diner, frozen in time, a sinister scene unfolded. A grotesque, obese scary clown perched upon an L-shaped, blood-red sofa, creating an eerie juxtaposition. Its corpulent form oozed discomfort, occupying the space with malevolent intent. With beady eyes that glinted malevolently, the clown's wired smile seemed to conceal a sinister secret. Every grotesque feature, from the smeared makeup to the disheveled costume, whispered a chilling tale of desolation. The abandoned diner's flickering lights cast eerie shadows, amplifying the clown's horrifying presence. The photograph captured a nightmarish moment frozen in time, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to gaze upon it., Indie game art, Vector Art, Borderlands style, Arcane style, Cartoon style, Line art, Disctinct features, Hand drawn, Technical illustration, Graphic design, Vector graphics, High contrast, Precision artwork, Linear compositions, Scalable artwork, Digital art, cinematic sensual, Sharp focus, humorous illustration, big depth of field, Masterpiece, trending on artstation, Vivid colors, trending on ArtStation, trending on CGSociety, Intricate, Low Detail, dramatic, Tiny cute isometric in a cutaway box, soft smooth lighting, soft colors, 100mm lens, 3d blender render
    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
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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. 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