The ancient poet, wutong, describes the desolation and loneliness of the night.
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The ancient poet, wutong, describes the desolation and loneliness of the night.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The treetops are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The treetops are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The treetops are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night. Gradually approaching
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The treetops are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night. Gradually approaching
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The treetops are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night. Gradually approaching
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The peach blossom tree branches are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The peach blossom tree branches are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Inky night smothers the valley, not a glimmer piercing veils shrouding aeons past. From shifting mists emerge pale figures wreathed in sorrow — kings laid to rest yet longing to warn of final secrets this place keeps. Wraithlike they drift ’twixt massive monoliths holding fast the world before man learned his reign must end. One phantom’s haggard mien holds counsels none now living could endure, of kingdom crushed to dust, name lost to the desert’s claim. Another’s hollow eyes retain but fading echoes of divine command, a boy made vessel for gods now crumbled into the earth. And towering silent guard, immutable, the pyramids absorb the mysteries even restless spirits leave untouched. In shrouds of mist the forlorn kings float amid ruins of glory that shook celestial halls — a civilization’s legacy kept here while the very stars alter their course, and the circlings of the sun work changes none may discern ‘til dawn unveils what night held close.
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Under the hazy night sky, a gate stands ajar, and dim lights pierce through an ancient corridor, outlining a gloomy courtyard. At the entrance, a cat with heterochromatic eyes glows with a mysterious blend of blue and yellow, staring arrogantly at the observer. In the surroundings, a faint mist hovers, veiling the area in an elusive manner, suggesting an unknown force lurking within. The entire scene exudes an atmosphere of mystery, terror, and ancientness, prompting one to delve into the hidden secrets of the story. The text on the image, written in an ancient Chinese font, reads: \"Mysterious night, accompanied by spirits, love transformed into terror.\"
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A literati dressed in ancient robes stands alone at the summit of Tianmushan, surrounded by ink-black clouds and mist. He gazes up at the vast sky, holding a brush in his hand, lost in contemplation. Below the mountain, there is a sea of boundless clouds, and distant peaks appear and disappear in the mist. The literati wears a melancholic expression, as if engaged in a dialogue with the mysterious forces of heaven and earth.
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A literati dressed in ancient robes stands alone at the summit of Tianmushan, surrounded by ink-black clouds and mist. He gazes up at the vast sky, holding a brush in his hand, lost in contemplation. Below the mountain, there is a sea of boundless clouds, and distant peaks appear and disappear in the mist. The literati wears a melancholic expression, as if engaged in a dialogue with the mysterious forces of heaven and earth.
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A literati dressed in ancient robes stands alone at the summit of Tianmushan, surrounded by ink-black clouds and mist. He gazes up at the vast sky, holding a brush in his hand, lost in contemplation. Below the mountain, there is a sea of boundless clouds, and distant peaks appear and disappear in the mist. The literati wears a melancholic expression, as if engaged in a dialogue with the mysterious forces of heaven and earth.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.
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Title: Classic Elegance of Zubat Revived Recommended aspect ratio: 4:3 Prompt: (Masterpiece artwork, official art style, high resolution: 1.2), this atmospheric illustration masterfully portrays the timeless mystique and agility of the iconic Zubat in its original design, (a sleek, midnight blue body that seamlessly blends into the shadows: 1.1), (an aerodynamic form with elongated wings that evoke a sense of silent flight and stealth: 1.1), piercing red eyes that gleam with an otherworldly intelligence amidst the darkness: 1.1), (distinctive pointy ears that can detect the faintest sounds in its cavernous habitat: 1.1), (a gaping mouth lined with sharp fangs hinting at its hunting prowess: 1.1), (thin, membranous wings stretched out as if ready to dart through narrow crevices: 1.1), depicted either hanging upside down from stalactites or mid-flight within a dimly-lit cave adorned with sparkling crystals (cave effects: 1.2), set against a backdrop of eerie glowing stalagmites under a starry night sky visible through the cave's entrance, featuring deep, contrasting colors, a haunting atmosphere, and gazing ominously yet intriguingly at the viewer, embodying the essence of its nocturnal and elusive nature.
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In ancient China, in a tavern, a poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
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In ancient China, in a tavern, a poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
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In ancient China, in a tavern, a Chinese poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
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In ancient China, in a tavern, a Chinese poet in Hanfu picked up his glass and looked up at the moon. The moonlight shone on his face, 4K, low angle of view.
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\In an ancient Chinese courtyard, shrouded in moonlight, dim lights outline a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.\
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\In an ancient Chinese courtyard, shrouded in moonlight, dim lights outline a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.\
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At night, in an ancient study, Su Shi wears a casual official robe, looks depressed, holds a wine cup, and looks at the moon outside the window. The moonlight illuminates his figure, while the outside is dark. The study is silent, except for his murmurs and the clinking of his wine cup. The scene is dim, with black, gray, and white as the main colors. The light and shadow contrast, and the atmosphere is poignant.
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In the picture, a delicate small building is drawn, blown by the gentle east wind, to express the passage of time and the changes of the years. In front of the small building, a poppy poppy is painted, with gorgeous flowers blooming, symbolizing the beauty of spring. There is also a bright autumn moon hanging high in the sky, representing the beauty of autumn. The poppies and the light of the autumn moon illuminate the scene, but they also reflect the sadness of the protagonist. Draw a lonely figure, standing in front of a small building, staring into the distance, with a sad and thoughtful face. Through colors and details, the sadness and sadness of the artistic conception in the poem are expressed.
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In the picture, a delicate small building is drawn, blown by the gentle east wind, to express the passage of time and the changes of the years. In front of the small building, a poppy poppy is painted, with gorgeous flowers blooming, symbolizing the beauty of spring. There is also a bright autumn moon hanging high in the sky, representing the beauty of autumn. The poppies and the light of the autumn moon illuminate the scene, but they also reflect the sadness of the protagonist. Draw a lonely figure, standing in front of a small building, staring into the distance, with a sad and thoughtful face. Through colors and details, the sadness and sadness of the artistic conception in the poem are expressed.
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In the picture, a delicate small building is drawn, blown by the gentle east wind, to express the passage of time and the changes of the years. In front of the small building, a poppy poppy is painted, with gorgeous flowers blooming, symbolizing the beauty of spring. There is also a bright autumn moon hanging high in the sky, representing the beauty of autumn. The poppies and the light of the autumn moon illuminate the scene, but they also reflect the sadness of the protagonist. Draw a lonely figure, standing in front of a small building, staring into the distance, with a sad and thoughtful face. Through colors and details, the sadness and sadness of the artistic conception in the poem are expressed.
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A poet, wearing traditional attire, sits alone on a stone bridge, overlooking a flowing stream. The moon shines brightly in the ink-black night sky as the poet holds a bamboo cup, silently savoring the essence of solitude in the wine.
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A poet, wearing traditional attire, sits alone on a stone bridge, overlooking a flowing stream. The moon shines brightly in the ink-black night sky as the poet holds a bamboo cup, silently savoring the essence of solitude in the wine.
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A poet, wearing traditional attire, sits alone on a stone bridge, overlooking a flowing stream. The moon shines brightly in the ink-black night sky as the poet holds a bamboo cup, silently savoring the essence of solitude in the wine.
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