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Au fil des saisons Les dents de l’enfant poussent Et la sève au creux de l’écorce S’élève à la cime de l’arbre. Son feuillage caresse les nuages Et ses racines s’enracinent Sur le sentier de l’éternité ; Sur les terres fertiles Aux sillons des nuages aussi haut Mûrit son doux fruit Là où, quand l’enfant dort, Le fuseau d’or en silence Tisse le paysage aperçu sous son feuillage.

Children playing in the mud

The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

Children playing in the mud, indigenous girls

hghly rioned village some buildings are completely burned out others are collapes others dont have a roof

Its cobbled streets, cracked and overgrown with weeds, wind through the village, leading travelers past dilapidated houses and abandoned storefronts. A sense of eerie stillness pervades the air, punctuated only by the distant echoes of rustling leaves and the occasional creaking of decaying wooden structures. Broken remnants of a once-proud fountain in the town square stand as a melancholic testament to Conyberry's faded glory.

Le paysage défileSecouée par le ventQui effile la voile.Les vagues déchirent la mer etLes griffes de l’orage s’abattentPrès de la barque,Mais le Prince rameCorps et âmeSous les gouttes qui s’écoulent

Au fil du chant, Le paysage défile Secouée par le vent Qui effile la voile. Les vagues déchirent la mer et Les griffes de l’orage s’abattent Près de la barque, Mais le Prince rame Corps et âme Sous les gouttes qui s’écoulent à mesure Comme les grains dans le sablier Quand l’âme gravit la montagne Et façonne l’argile…

Au fil du chant, Le paysage défile Secouée par le vent Qui effile la voile. Les vagues déchirent la mer et Les griffes de l’orage s’abattent Près de la barque, Mais le Prince rame Corps et âme Sous les gouttes qui s’écoulent à mesure Comme les grains dans le sablier Quand l’âme gravit la montagne Et façonne l’argile…

The wooden house, a testament to resilience, wears the dual scars of destruction and reconstruction. Weathered boards, bearing the imprints of past turmoil, reveal a history of calamity. Yet, amidst the wreckage, signs of diligent restoration emerge. Fresh beams stand proudly, replacing those lost to the disaster. Repaired walls weave a narrative of determined revival, while new roofing shields the structure from further harm. The scars remain, but they coexist with the tenacious spirit of renewal, embodying a community's resolve to rebuild and breathe life back into the once-devastated home.

Imagine a delightful scene at the zoo featuring two children exploring the wonders of wildlife. The children, filled with curiosity and excitement, stand by an animal exhibit, captivated by the majestic creatures before them. Surround them with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and the gentle buzz of nature. Capture the innocence and joy of discovery as they interact with the animals and each other, creating a moment of pure wonder and exploration in the heart of the zoo

Imagine a delightful scene at the zoo featuring two children exploring the wonders of wildlife. The children, filled with curiosity and excitement, stand by an animal exhibit, captivated by the majestic creatures before them. Surround them with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and the gentle buzz of nature. Capture the innocence and joy of discovery as they interact with the animals and each other, creating a moment of pure wonder and exploration in the heart of the zoo

In the dim confines of the cellar, a formidable wall emerges, constructed with weathered bricks that whisper tales of time's passage. The absence of any discernible light source casts a mysterious gloom, emphasizing the rough texture of the bricks and the unassuming yet sturdy vault door at the center. The bricks, worn and aged, carry the weight of history in their silent endurance. Shadows play upon the uneven surfaces, concealing the intricacies of the craftsmanship. The vault door, though lacking in ornate embellishments, radiates a palpable sense of security within the somber cellar, a testament to the strength and resilience cocooned within the depths of the aged walls.

In the dim confines of the cellar, a formidable wall emerges, constructed with weathered bricks that whisper tales of time's passage. The absence of any discernible light source casts a mysterious gloom, emphasizing the rough texture of the bricks and the unassuming yet sturdy vault door at the center. The bricks, worn and aged, carry the weight of history in their silent endurance. Shadows play upon the uneven surfaces, concealing the intricacies of the craftsmanship. The vault door, though lacking in ornate embellishments, radiates a palpable sense of security within the somber cellar, a testament to the strength and resilience cocooned within the depths of the aged walls.

desperate without homeland

un arbre sur une montagne au lever du jour, un prince endormi, une pomme mûre, une abeille et une rose

un arbre sur une montagne au lever du jour, un prince endormi, une pomme mûre, une abeille et une rose

Une pomme mûre tombe sur la tête d'un prince endormi sous un arbre et une abeille butine une rose

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porte des allemands in Metz, france

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dark fantasy village

dark fantasy village

dark fantasy village

The wooden house, a resilient phoenix, rises from the ashes of calamity with an enhanced allure. Where destruction once left its mark, meticulous renovations have woven a tapestry of renewal. The weathered facade now boasts a refreshed charm, adorned with carefully replaced boards that glisten with a newfound luster. Diligent efforts have revitalized the structure, transforming the scars of disaster into badges of endurance. Renewed walls stand sturdy, and a gracefully restored roof crowns the dwelling with a touch of elegance. The house, once marred by misfortune, now stands as a symbol of both endurance and aesthetic triumph over adversity.

two Somali 12yo kids, boy and girl, alongside one Finnish 12yo girl, sitting in a bench, smiling, plain colorful t-shirts, solid white wall background

two Somali 12yo kids, boy and girl, alongside one Finnish 12yo girl, sitting in a bench, smiling, plain colorful t-shirts, solid white wall background

un lac de montagne vue du ciel baignée dans la lumiére du matin avec de l'or et des attrape rêve dans les nuages

un lac de montagne vue du ciel baignée dans la lumiére du matin avec de l'or et des attrape rêve dans les nuages

un lac de montagne vue du ciel baignée dans la lumiére du matin avec de l'or et des attrape rêve dans les nuages

une pomme mûre tombe sur un prince endormi sous le pommier, une abeille butine une rose à l'aube

darkness and gloom, an abandoned underground hall, concrete columns and brick walls, mold, moss, lichens, water, construction debris, dirt and soot on the walls, dim light through cracks in the ceiling, a drawing on the wall in the form of a portrait of a huge fat evil man in black mask with bared teeth and a pentagram on the chest

darkness and gloom, an abandoned underground hall, concrete columns and brick walls, mold, moss, lichens, water, construction debris, dirt and soot on the walls, dim light through cracks in the ceiling, a drawing on the wall in the form of a portrait of a huge fat evil man in black mask with bared teeth and a pentagram on the chest

Floods submerged the city, black background

Floods have covered the city and only the mountains can be seen, black background. cinematic light

Floods have covered the city and only the mountains can be seen, black background. cinematic light

underwater vew from the buttom, there is a mystical black grinded monolith in the center, it has carved patterns, lots of seaweed growing near it and strange fish swiming around

hundreds of people standing in a row in front of a mass grave filled with hundreds of bodies, they are being shot from behind, in the The Childlike Style of Basquiat