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    (masterpiece, best quality, high quality, extremely detailed, absurd detail, highres:1. 5), My girl, my girl, don't lie to me, Tell me where did you sleep last night, In the pines, in the pines, Where the sun don't ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through, My girl, my girl, where will you go, I'm going where the cold wind blows, Her husband was a hard working man, Just about a mile from here, His head was found in a driving wheel, But his body never was found

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    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube. the hand belongs to a woman with ash blonde hair and empty eyes. she is past her prime but still retains a shimmer of her former beauty. her lips are curled in a self deprecating smile as she reminisces the crossroads of her life choices and where she thinks she lost her way. woman, drinking,
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    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.
    a ferret in front of a mural of a mouse with the text "Flux needs a lot of training yet" in a handwriting font
    The young woman has short, curly auburn hair that frames her face in soft ringlets, catching the sunlight and revealing subtle highlights of copper and gold. Her flower crown, made of delicate purple and yellow wildflowers, rests gracefully atop her head, complementing her hair color and adding a whimsical touch to her appearance. Her facial features are soft and feminine, with a smooth, fair complexion that appears to glow in the natural light. She has expressive, almond-shaped eyes that gaze directly at the camera, conveying a sense of serenity and confidence. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, while her lips are full and curved into a gentle, closed-mouth smile, hinting at her peaceful demeanor. The young woman's neck is slender and elongated, exposed by the scoop neckline of her white dress. Her shoulders are bare, with the short, puffed sleeves of the dress resting just below them, revealing her toned upper arms. The dress cinches at her waist, accentuating her feminine silhouette before flowing loosely over her hips and ending at mid-thigh, leaving her lean, shapely legs visible. Her hands are delicate, with one resting gently against the rough bark of the tree trunk, showcasing her connection to nature. The other hand is not clearly visible in the image. Overall, the young woman's appearance is a harmonious blend of natural beauty, grace, and an ethereal quality that perfectly complements the idyllic outdoor setting.
    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.
    Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the begining. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever after a glorious death.”
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a smiling female receptionist in her red uniform at the reception of a kyoto grand hotel. on her neat hair she wears a beret and her skirt reaches down to her knees.
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, (soaking wet hair, runny makeup:1.5), smile, sweet face, long hair
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, a female master of the temple in the city of pyramids bayond the abyss.
    So will ich ihnen vom Verächtlichsten sprechen: das aber ist der letzte Mensch.« Und also sprach Zarathustra zum Volke: Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch sich sein Ziel stecke. Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch den Keim seiner höchsten Hoffnung pflanze. Noch ist sein Boden dazu reich genug. Aber dieser Boden wird einst arm und zahm sein, und kein hoher Baum wird mehr aus ihm wachsen können.[ Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch nicht sehr den Pfeil seiner Sehnsucht über den Menschen hinaus wirft, und die Sehne seines Bogens verlernt hat, zu schwirren! 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. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch keinen Stern mehr gebären wird. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit des verächtlichsten Menschen, der sich selber nicht mehr verachten kann. Seht! Ich zeige euch den letzten Menschen.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    zPDXL3, a woman in a ballerina costume dancing on a tightrope hanging high up in the sky between two towers, she holds perfect balance with the pole in her hands, behind the woman the setting sun is casting long shadows, the audience is mesmerized by the woman 's beauty and proficiency
    A young dark sorceress weaving signals of black flames around her, hellbent on burning the eldritch creature lusting after her curvy body to fine ash
    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    a gorgeous young woman in a semi transparent red gown wearing knee high roman sri-lanker sandals walks through a town of toy houses. the houses look like plastic and metal construction kit parts, but are totally wrong with unsuiting parts and colors.
    a woman dancing in a cold winter night on a clearing in the woods under a full moon
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    Tag meines Lebens! die Sonne sinkt. Schon steht die glatte Fluth vergüldet. Warm athmet der Fels: schlief wohl zu Mittag das Glück auf ihm seinen Mittagsschlaf? In grünen Lichtern spielt Glück noch der braune Abgrund herauf. Tag meines Lebens! gen Abend gehts! Schon glüht dein Auge halbgebrochen, schon quillt deines Thaus Thränengeträufel, schon läuft still über weisse Meere deiner Liebe Purpur, deine letzte zögernde Seligkeit ...
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