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    the netherrealm, a reminder of treachery for all to see, madness enshrined in beauty, power beyond comprehension, murmurs of a coming reckoning, traces of spectral presences, the glint of valyrian steel, yet still a longing for something more,
    You exit the void cut, you hear a gruff voice directed elsewhere saying "...that depends on your use to us.",  noting of your surroundings, plaza or public square in a technofuturstic city, reminds you of something conjured up from the vague notion of '80s cyberpunk, smog makes the day seem like night, a gloom interrupted only by the neon glow of shop signs, garrish fonts advertising technology you hardly recognize, a recruitment poster promises a better life on the colony worlds,
    high angle ultra-wide shot, captivating, space settlement, inside of customized bernal sphere, grotto, cascading terraced infinity pools, liminal poolroom aquifer vibe, technology so advanced that it almost seems like magic, whiphounds, mirror assembly, reptilian biopunk human matriarch, cinematic lighting, UHD, insaneres, absurdres, eye-catching details, tech-noir, futuristic, cyberpunk, space opera scifi, hyper-detailed, hyperreal,
    la petite mort, ego death, canyons of soul, particle artistry, peels back pastiche of pleasantry, marble acres, where landfall means a shuttle down from the orbital platforms, way out of our depth, using borrowed tech on borrowed time, clinging to the remnants of something intangibly greater than anything we could ever understand, you were right [redacted], we should not be here, we do not belong,
    dally not my sojourner, my resplendent beacon of hope, o' siren of neon, be my saviour, do not let me die in hoping, the lights fading one by one, a struggle finally succumbing to the long night,
    the netherrealm, a reminder of treachery for all to see, madness enshrined in beauty, power beyond comprehension, murmurs of a coming reckoning, traces of spectral presences, the glint of valyrian steel, yet still a longing for something more,
    la petite mort, ego death, canyons of soul, particle artistry, peels back pastiche of pleasantry, marble acres, where landfall means a shuttle down from the orbital platforms,
    high angle ultra-wide shot, captivating, space settlement, inside of customized bernal sphere, grotto, cascading terraced infinity pools, liminal poolroom aquifer vibe, technology so advanced that it almost seems like magic, whiphounds, mirror assembly, reptilian biopunk human matriarch, cinematic lighting, UHD, insaneres, absurdres, eye-catching details, tech-noir, futuristic, cyberpunk, space opera scifi, hyper-detailed, hyperreal,
    You exit the void cut, you hear a gruff voice directed elsewhere saying "...that depends on your use to us.",  noting of your surroundings, plaza or public square in a technofuturstic city, reminds you of something conjured up from the vague notion of '80s cyberpunk, smog makes the day seem like night, a gloom interrupted only by the neon glow of shop signs, garrish fonts advertising technology you hardly recognize, a recruitment poster promises a better life on the colony worlds,
    the netherrealm, a reminder of treachery for all to see, madness enshrined in beauty, power beyond comprehension, murmurs of a coming reckoning, traces of spectral presences, the glint of valyrian steel, yet still a longing for something more,
    high angle ultra-wide shot, captivating, space settlement, stanford torus, polling core, panopoly operatives, technology so advanced that it almost seems like magic, whiphounds, warminds, mirror dimensional rifts, cinematic lighting, UHD, insaneres, absurdres, eye-catching details, tech-noir, futuristic, cyberpunk, hyper-detailed, hyperreal,
    la petite mort, ego death, canyons of soul, particle artistry, peels back pastiche of pleasantry, marble acres, where landfall means a shuttle down from the orbital platforms, way out of our depth, using borrowed tech on borrowed time, clinging to the remnants of something intangibly greater than anything we could ever understand, tell [redacted] that she was right,
    dally not my sojourner, my resplendent beacon of hope, o' siren of neon, by my saviour, do not let me die in hoping, the lights fading one by one, a struggle finally succumbing to the long night,
    Take me back to where we met, in the dead of winter's night, amidst the valley of frozen pines, under full moon's silver light,
    You exit the void cut, you hear a gruff voice directed elsewhere saying "...that depends on your use to us.",  noting of your surroundings, plaza or public square in a technofuturstic city, reminds you of something conjured up from the vague notion of '80s cyberpunk, smog makes the day seem like night, a gloom interrupted only by the neon glow of shop signs, garrish fonts advertising technology you hardly recognize, a recruitment poster promises a better life on the colony worlds,
    high angle ultra-wide shot, captivating, space settlement, inside of customized bernal sphere, grotto, cascading terraced infinity pools, liminal poolroom aquifer vibe, technology so advanced that it almost seems like magic, whiphounds, mirror assembly, reptilian biopunk human matriarch, cinematic lighting, UHD, insaneres, absurdres, eye-catching details, tech-noir, futuristic, cyberpunk, space opera scifi, hyper-detailed, hyperreal,
    ((hyper maximalist fantasy art, ultra-detailed, UHD, absurdres, exceptional quality)): the netherrealm's charms, unresolved emotions surfacing, madness enshrined in beauty, a dormant power beyond comprehension, rumours percolate of a coming reckoning, traces of spectral presences gliding, the glint of valyrian steel, yet still a longing for something more,
    la petite mort, ego death, canyons of soul, particle artistry, peels back pastiche of pleasantry, marble acres, where landfall means a shuttle down from the orbital platforms, way out of our depth, using borrowed tech on borrowed time, clinging to the remnants of something intangibly greater than anything we could ever understand, you were right [redacted], we should not be here, we do not belong,
    You exit the void cut, you hear a gruff voice directed elsewhere saying "...that depends on your use to us.",  noting of your surroundings, plaza or public square in a technofuturstic city, reminds you of something conjured up from the vague notion of '80s cyberpunk, smog makes the day seem like night, a gloom interrupted only by the neon glow of shop signs, garrish fonts advertising technology you hardly recognize, a recruitment poster promises a better life on the colony worlds,
    the curves of her body, and an awe-inspiring fictional starship,  partially buried, snow drifts, midnight hour, ultra-detailed, high definition, photoillustration,  absurdres,
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