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    The girl you asked out for a date is standing before you, leaning forward with a light and captivating smile. The scene is surreal, the light is so soft and she seems to illuminate the world

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    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch.
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    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
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    an undead monster stitched together from human an animal body parts
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