Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,
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Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,
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Torn in timeListen to my words for onceDo you fear?Fear for a broken spell of lustTouched by a mortal sinnerRoar of massive illusion
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Confessed in the quiet darkness A timid whisper, someone's speech. My stern profile is sad From the rays of trembling candles.
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Silas Thorne, the obsessed astronomer, believed fervently in the existence of other dimensions. Characters: Silas Thorne, a man in his late 40s, with disheveled hair and intense, haunted eyes. Description: Silas frantically scribbling arcane symbols on a chalkboard covered in star charts and equations. Era: Late 19th century. Clothing: Silas wears a worn-out, Victorian-era astronomer's outfit, complete with a waistcoat and pocket watch. Location: Silas's observatory perched on a hill, surrounded by ancient trees and the night sky. Action: Silas activating a mysterious device with a trembling hand, surrounded by the glow of unearthly light. Background: Celestial bodies aligning in the night sky, forming a portal-like pattern. Shot Type: Close-up of Silas's face, capturing the intensity of his belief and fear.
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Portrait of insanity, a mind untamed,Where thoughts dance wildly, unashamed.Colors of chaos, brushstrokes askew,A canvas of madness, a world askew.In twisted dreams, reality bends,A labyrinth of thoughts, where reason ends.Whispers of darkness, echoes of fear,In this painted realm, sanity veers.The artist's hand, a vessel possessed,Creating a masterpiece, both cursed and blessed.Emotions unleashed, a torrential storm,In this portrait of insanity, a soul is reborn.From shattered fragments, beauty arises,A glimpse into a world where madness disguises.Through fractured lines and abstract forms,A tale of the human condition transforms.So gaze upon this portrait, with open eyes,Embrace the chaos, let your spirit rise.For within this madness, a truth is revealed,That from the depths of insanity, art is sealed.
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Portrait of insanity, a mind untamed,Where thoughts dance wildly, unashamed.Colors of chaos, brushstrokes askew,A canvas of madness, a world askew.In twisted dreams, reality bends,A labyrinth of thoughts, where reason ends.Whispers of darkness, echoes of fear,In this painted realm, sanity veers.The artist's hand, a vessel possessed,Creating a masterpiece, both cursed and blessed.Emotions unleashed, a torrential storm,In this portrait of insanity, a soul is reborn.From shattered fragments, beauty arises,A glimpse into a world where madness disguises.Through fractured lines and abstract forms,A tale of the human condition transforms.So gaze upon this portrait, with open eyes,Embrace the chaos, let your spirit rise.For within this madness, a truth is revealed,That from the depths of insanity, art is sealed.
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Through the dancing veils of dust, a glimmer stirs memory of mysteries past. Where lamplight plays upon the shrouds of centuries, familiar shapes take form once more. Wrapped in faded silks left by drifting eons, features peek forth - a visage untouched since time forgot its name and place. One slender hand reaches as if to grasp again a scepter ruling realms where even immortals pace in shadow. Hollows that once cradled eyes gazing on splendors beyond mortal sight now hold relics of awe for dreamers alone. And about the dusky brow still lingers halo of glory Time's shroud could never lift. So in gloamings and on wisps of sighs borne through the mist shall this child-monarch keep his silent vigil, sentinel of secrets graven in shattered stones but never for mortal hands to lift - until dawn shall loose once more the clues of mysteries night makes hers alone.
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Through the dancing veils of dust, a glimmer stirs memory of mysteries past. Where lamplight plays upon the shrouds of centuries, familiar shapes take form once more. Wrapped in faded silks left by drifting eons, features peek forth - a visage untouched since time forgot its name and place. One slender hand reaches as if to grasp again a scepter ruling realms where even immortals pace in shadow. Hollows that once cradled eyes gazing on splendors beyond mortal sight now hold relics of awe for dreamers alone. And about the dusky brow still lingers halo of glory Time's shroud could never lift. So in gloamings and on wisps of sighs borne through the mist shall this child-monarch keep his silent vigil, sentinel of secrets graven in shattered stones but never for mortal hands to lift - until dawn shall loose once more the clues of mysteries night makes hers alone.
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wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
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wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
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wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
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wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
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wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
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The malevolent Hellhound stands before the ominous gates of the abyss, guarding the entrance to the underworld with a terrifying presence. Each of its three heads emanates a sinister and predatory aura, with gnashing mouths revealing sharp fangs that gleam with malicious intent. The creatures fur is ablaze with wicked flames, casting an ominous glow that intensifies the surrounding aura of fear.
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The malevolent Hellhound stands before the ominous gates of the abyss, guarding the entrance to the underworld with a terrifying presence. Each of its three heads emanates a sinister and predatory aura, with gnashing mouths revealing sharp fangs that gleam with malicious intent. The creatures fur is ablaze with wicked flames, casting an ominous glow that intensifies the surrounding aura of fear.
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Crée une image dAzariel, un automate mystérieux aux lignes élégantes et à lapparence métallique. Il possède une stature imposante, des bras articulés évoquant à la fois force et agilité, et des yeux luisants semblables à des gemmes étincelantes. Son corps est orné de motifs gravés complexes, évoquant à la fois la mécanique et une certaine forme dart. Son aura dégage à la fois une impression de puissance et une sensation de sérénité, reflétant son étrange dualité entre la force brute et une certaine délicatesse
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
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you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
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that reflect the corridor infinitely in both directions. The pathway is eerie, with ambient red lights placed at the base of each frame, casting a sinister glow and sharp shadows on the floor. The ceiling is damaged and decayed in places, with some panels missing, revealing the dark voids above, suggesting neglect and abandonment. The floor appears to be slick and reflective, possibly wet, which enhances the red lighting and creates a feeling of unease as it mirrors the sinister ambiance above. This corridor has the hallmarks of a haunted attraction, designed to disorient and unsettle visitors. The repetition of frames and the perspective draw the viewer's eye to the vanishing point at the center of the image, which, coupled with the lighting, generates a sense of foreboding.
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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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