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((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), 8k, high detailed, ultra-detailed, a multitude of cells, each adorned with cute faces and limbs. The lines are deliberately childlike and simplistic, reminiscent of artwork by young children. This playful depiction brings a sense of wonder and charm to the cellular world, highlighting the bustling activity and interconnectedness of these tiny building blocks of life.
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((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), 8k, high detailed, ultra-detailed, a multitude of cells, each adorned with cute faces and limbs. The lines are deliberately childlike and simplistic, reminiscent of artwork by young children. This playful depiction brings a sense of wonder and charm to the cellular world, highlighting the bustling activity and interconnectedness of these tiny building blocks of life.
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Jiangnan's serene waterways; river glimmers, wall flowers bloom. Transition to an ancient academy, where two swallows dance atop the roof.River meandering, guiding the viewer's eye into the scene, balanced with delicate blooms framing the composition.Ancient academy positioned off-center, allowing for the sense of space and harmony, complemented by swallows in graceful flight, adding movement and life.
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Jiangnan's serene waterways; river glimmers, wall flowers bloom. Transition to an ancient academy, where two swallows dance atop the roof.River meandering, guiding the viewer's eye into the scene, balanced with delicate blooms framing the composition.Ancient academy positioned off-center, allowing for the sense of space and harmony, complemented by swallows in graceful flight, adding movement and life.
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In rural China, within the family, father and grandfather are caught in a heavy decision-making atmosphere. They are hesitant in the picture and are making big decisions. Grandpa and father dressed simply, with heavy expressions, and felt helpless in the face of the choice of life and death. The picture is filled with an indescribable atmosphere of mystery, implying the pressure of life and death choices.,
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(blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
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(blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
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(blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
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(blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
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(blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
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