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    The lovecraftian depiction of the unimaginable inevitable endless cosmic horror coming from the deadly void of space in the form of the giant irritating ethereal indescribable ancient non- euclidean monolith, high quality, detailed, intricate details, masterpiece, bleak, classic art, oil painting, by thomas moran, by zdzislaw beksinski

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