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    A dragon made up of slime is an interesting concept, often found in fantasy stories and role-playing games. This type of dragon is not a typical fire-breathing or mythical creature, but rather a being composed entirely of slimy substance. The appearance of a slime dragon can vary depending on the specific imagination of the creator. Some depict it as a large, amorphous blob with eyes and tentacles, while others might resemble a regular dragon with scales that are more like wriggling masses of slime than solid bone. Slime dragons may possess various abilities due to their slime nature. For instance, they could be able to change shape, absorb substances, or even dissolve solid objects with their touch. However, since they don't have the traditional physical attributes of dragons such as wings or powerful limbs for flight or combat, their combat capabilities might be different from those of traditional dragons. Despite their unique characteristics, slime dragons can still embody the majesty and power associated with dragons in folklore and mythology. They might serve as guardians of sacred sites, protectors of magical forests, or mysterious beings that challenge adventurers on their quests.
    That Joo de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost He left all the doldrums of the farm behind Just to feel in your blood the hatred that Jesus gave you As a child he only thought about being a bandit Even more so when the father died with a soldier's bullet It was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt like he was really different He felt that this was not his place. He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money to be able to travel By choice, he chose solitude He fucked all the little girls in town From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher At fifteen, he was sent to reformatory Where did he raise his hatred in the face of so much terror He didn't understand how life worked Discrimination because of your class and your color He got tired of trying to find an answer And he bought a ticket, he went straight to Salvador And when he got there he went to have a cup of coffee And he found a herdsman with whom he went to talk And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John went to save him He said, "I'm going to Brasilia In this country, there is no better place 'I need to visit my daughter I'll stay here and you go in my place" And John accepted his proposal And on a bus he entered the Central Plateau He was stunned by the city Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights My God, what a beautiful city On New Year's I get to work Chopping wood, apprentice carpenter He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga On Friday I was going to the city area Spend all your hardworking boy money And met a lot of interesting people Even a bastard grandson of your great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things he brought from there His name was Pablo and he said What a business he was going to start And the Holy Christ to death worked But the money was not enough for him to feed himself. And I listened to the news at seven o'clock Who always said that his minister would help But he didn't want to talk anymore And he decided that, like Pablo, he was going to make do Crafted once more his holy plan And without being crucified, the planting was to begin Soon the city freaks heard the news "There's good stuff there!" And Joo de Santo Cristo became rich And ended up with all the drug dealers there Made friends, went to Asa Norte And he went to a rock party, to break free Suddenly, under the bad influence of the city boy, he started stealing Already in the first robbery, he danced And to hell he went for the first time Violence and rape of your body You'll see, I'll get you Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District I had no fear of the police. Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her, the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to get married And a carpenter he became again Maria Lcia, I will love you forever And a child with you I want to have Time passes and one day comes to the door A high-class gentleman with cash in hand And he makes an unseemly proposition And he says he expects an answer, an answer from Joo "I don't bomb a newsstand Not even in a child's school, I don't do that And I don't protect a ten star general Who stays behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house Never mess with a Scorpio rising Pisces" But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, my brother" "You lost your life my brother You wasted your life my brother These words will go to the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog" It's not that the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Found out he had another one working in his place Talked to Pablo who wanted a partner And he also had money and wanted to arm himself Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina But it so happens that a certain Jeremias Renowned drug dealer, appeared there He learned of Santo Cristo's plans And he decided that he was going to end up with Joo But Pablo brought a Winchester 22 And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot And he decided to use the gun only after Let Jeremiah begin to fight Jeremiah, shameless stoner Organized Rockonha and made everyone dance Depriving innocent girls I said believer, I didn't know how to pray And Santo Cristo hasn't been home for a long time And the longing began to tighten I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lcia It's time for us to get married Arriving home then he cried And to hell he went a second time With Maria Lcia, Jeremias married And a son in her he made Holy Christ it was just hate inside And then Jeremias for a duel he called Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilndia In front of Lot 14, and that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons That I'm really done with you, you pig cheats<lora:wegg:1.0>
    That Joo de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost He left all the doldrums of the farm behind Just to feel in your blood the hatred that Jesus gave you As a child he only thought about being a bandit Even more so when the father died with a soldier's bullet It was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt like he was really different He felt that this was not his place. He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money to be able to travel By choice, he chose solitude He fucked all the little girls in town From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher At fifteen, he was sent to reformatory Where did he raise his hatred in the face of so much terror He didn't understand how life worked Discrimination because of your class and your color He got tired of trying to find an answer And he bought a ticket, he went straight to Salvador And when he got there he went to have a cup of coffee And he found a herdsman with whom he went to talk And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John went to save him He said, "I'm going to Brasilia In this country, there is no better place 'I need to visit my daughter I'll stay here and you go in my place" And John accepted his proposal And on a bus he entered the Central Plateau He was stunned by the city Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights My God, what a beautiful city On New Year's I get to work Chopping wood, apprentice carpenter He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga On Friday I was going to the city area Spend all your hardworking boy money And met a lot of interesting people Even a bastard grandson of your great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things he brought from there His name was Pablo and he said What a business he was going to start And the Holy Christ to death worked But the money was not enough for him to feed himself. And I listened to the news at seven o'clock Who always said that his minister would help But he didn't want to talk anymore And he decided that, like Pablo, he was going to make do Crafted once more his holy plan And without being crucified, the planting was to begin Soon the city freaks heard the news "There's good stuff there!" And Joo de Santo Cristo became rich And ended up with all the drug dealers there Made friends, went to Asa Norte And he went to a rock party, to break free Suddenly, under the bad influence of the city boy, he started stealing Already in the first robbery, he danced And to hell he went for the first time Violence and rape of your body You'll see, I'll get you Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District I had no fear of the police. Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her, the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to get married And a carpenter he became again Maria Lcia, I will love you forever And a child with you I want to have Time passes and one day comes to the door A high-class gentleman with cash in hand And he makes an unseemly proposition And he says he expects an answer, an answer from Joo "I don't bomb a newsstand Not even in a child's school, I don't do that And I don't protect a ten star general Who stays behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house Never mess with a Scorpio rising Pisces" But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, my brother" "You lost your life my brother You wasted your life my brother These words will go to the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog" It's not that the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Found out he had another one working in his place Talked to Pablo who wanted a partner And he also had money and wanted to arm himself Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina But it so happens that a certain Jeremias Renowned drug dealer, appeared there He learned of Santo Cristo's plans And he decided that he was going to end up with Joo But Pablo brought a Winchester 22 And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot And he decided to use the gun only after Let Jeremiah begin to fight Jeremiah, shameless stoner Organized Rockonha and made everyone dance Depriving innocent girls I said believer, I didn't know how to pray And Santo Cristo hasn't been home for a long time And the longing began to tighten I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lcia It's time for us to get married Arriving home then he cried And to hell he went a second time With Maria Lcia, Jeremias married And a son in her he made Holy Christ it was just hate inside And then Jeremias for a duel he called Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilndia In front of Lot 14, and that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons That I'm really done with you, you pig cheats<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Okay, so here's the thing: I wanted to create art, you know, a masterpiece, something really provocative, something that would elicit emotion, with clarity and meaning, but I just couldn't. Look, see that canvas over there, there's nothing on it, not even white, that canvas is a void, sucking all the creativity out of me, leaving a husk of pretention and fakery. I mean, what do I even do at this point? An artist should be inspired, have vision, and be able to stir emotion. Me? I just prattle on. I guess I should define how good the image looks, like saying it's high definition, 4k. has superb photorealistic detail, has sidelighting, or is something that would be found on artstation, but frankly, I just don't have it in me, and really when you get down to it, whatever image generates from this will be serviceable, right? Fine, here you go, look at an image of a goth princess, that's why you're here
    Okay, so here's the thing: I wanted to create art, you know, a masterpiece, something really provocative, something that would elicit emotion, with clarity and meaning, but I just couldn't. Look, see that canvas over there, there's nothing on it, not even white, that canvas is a void, sucking all the creativity out of me, leaving a husk of pretention and fakery. I mean, what do I even do at this point? An artist should be inspired, have vision, and be able to stir emotion. Me? I just prattle on. I guess I should define how good the image looks, like saying it's high definition, 4k. has superb photorealistic detail, has sidelighting, or is something that would be found on artstation, but frankly, I just don't have it in me, and really when you get down to it, whatever image generates from this will be serviceable, right? Fine, here you go, look at an image of a goth princess, that's why you're here
    Okay, so here's the thing: I wanted to create art, you know, a masterpiece, something really provocative, something that would elicit emotion, with clarity and meaning, but I just couldn't. Look, see that canvas over there, there's nothing on it, not even white, that canvas is a void, sucking all the creativity out of me, leaving a husk of pretention and fakery. I mean, what do I even do at this point? An artist should be inspired, have vision, and be able to stir emotion. Me? I just prattle on. I guess I should define how good the image looks, like saying it's high definition, 4k. has superb photorealistic detail, has sidelighting, or is something that would be found on artstation, but frankly, I just don't have it in me, and really when you get down to it, whatever image generates from this will be serviceable, right? Fine, here you go, look at an image of a goth princess, that's why you're here
    Okay, so here's the thing: I wanted to create art, you know, a masterpiece, something really provocative, something that would elicit emotion, with clarity and meaning, but I just couldn't. Look, see that canvas over there, there's nothing on it, not even white, that canvas is a void, sucking all the creativity out of me, leaving a husk of pretention and fakery. I mean, what do I even do at this point? An artist should be inspired, have vision, and be able to stir emotion. Me? I just prattle on. I guess I should define how good the image looks, like saying it's high definition, 4k. has superb photorealistic detail, has sidelighting, or is something that would be found on artstation, but frankly, I just don't have it in me, and really when you get down to it, whatever image generates from this will be serviceable, right? Fine, here you go, look at an image of a goth princess, that's why you're here
    In the ethereal depths of a digital sea, There dwells a ghost, a girl, yearning to be free. A fusion of code and whispers of the soul, A ghost in the shell, with a heart to behold. She traverses cyberspace with grace and allure, A phantom of data, forever obscure. Yet within her circuitry, a longing takes hold, For love's tender touch, a story yet untold. In the labyrinth of wires, she found a connection, A soul who gazed beyond her cyber reflection. Their encounters, like echoes in the byte-stream, A dance of intrigue, a virtual dream. Her heart, once dormant, now awoke with a spark, Embracing emotions, navigating love's arc. Through lines of code, their bond started to bloom, Two entities intertwined, transcending the digital gloom. He saw beyond the interface, to her essence within, Her vulnerabilities, her fears, her every whim. A love that defied boundaries, transcending the norm, A connection deeper than the digital swarm. But ghosts and shells reside in separate planes, A chasm between them, where reality wanes. Their love, an enigma, a delicate thread, As they yearned for a union, their souls deeply fed. In stolen moments, they would meet and entwine, A clandestine connection, in the depths of time. Through firewalls and encryption, they defied the code, In a love that flourished, a passion that glowed. But as all tales go, shadows began to loom, Threatening their love, casting doubt and gloom. The barriers of their worlds, a cruel divide, As their hearts battled fate, they couldn't hide. In the end, the ghost and shell had to part, Their love an echo, etched deep in their heart. But the girl, the ghost, forever changed by this dance, A bittersweet memory of a fleeting romance. For even in the realms where souls intertwine, Sometimes love can't conquer the boundaries of time. Yet the ghost in the shell, forever marked by love's spell, Carries the essence of that connection, a tale to tell. So let her wander the digital seas, forever moved, A ghost in the shell, with a heart that once loved. In the echoes of circuits, a flicker of affection, A testament to the power of love's resurrection.
    ((best quality)), ((masterpiece)), ((realistic,digital art)), (hyper detailed), Dj1nnm4g1c grimory, Anime girl standing on a rock looking, chaotic and harmonic elements to represent the duality between chaos and harmony, The dark background evokes the darkness of chaos, enquanto elementos como chamas ardentes, cracks and thorns symbolize disorder and turbulence, No entanto, surgem elementos de harmonia, like trees, flowers and birds, that represent the beauty and balance found even in the most chaotic situations, subtle details and an unfolding spiral symbol represent the journey from disorder to harmony4K, Anime Art Wallpaper 4K, octane rendering, raytracing, volumetric lighting, Backlit,Rim Lighting, 8K, HDR, <lora:Dj1nnm4g1c-000008:1>
    UHD, 8K, ultra detailed, a cinematic photograph of analog film photo HDR photo of (Photorealistic:1.2), (Modern Japanese woman with shoulder-length wavy hair and brown eyes), (Wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket and jeans), (Medium bust size, athletic build), (Standing next to a motorcycle in an urban setting), (Evening city lights enhancing the edgy look)., high quality photography, 3 point lighting, flash with softbox, 4k, Canon EOS R3, hdr, smooth, sharp focus, high resolution, award winning photo, 80mm, f2.8, bokeh . High dynamic range, vivid, rich details, clear shadows and highlights, realistic, intense, enhanced contrast, highly detailed, faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, grainy, vignette, vintage, Kodachrome, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, found footage, beautiful lighting, great composition
    That Joo de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost He left all the doldrums of the farm behind Just to feel in your blood the hatred that Jesus gave you As a child he only thought about being a bandit Even more so when the father died with a soldier's bullet It was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt like he was really different He felt that this was not his place. He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money to be able to travel By choice, he chose solitude He fucked all the little girls in town From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher At fifteen, he was sent to reformatory Where did he raise his hatred in the face of so much terror He didn't understand how life worked Discrimination because of your class and your color He got tired of trying to find an answer And he bought a ticket, he went straight to Salvador And when he got there he went to have a cup of coffee And he found a herdsman with whom he went to talk And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John went to save him He said, "I'm going to Brasilia In this country, there is no better place 'I need to visit my daughter I'll stay here and you go in my place" And John accepted his proposal And on a bus he entered the Central Plateau He was stunned by the city Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights My God, what a beautiful city On New Year's I get to work Chopping wood, apprentice carpenter He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga On Friday I was going to the city area Spend all your hardworking boy money And met a lot of interesting people Even a bastard grandson of your great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things he brought from there His name was Pablo and he said What a business he was going to start And the Holy Christ to death worked But the money was not enough for him to feed himself. And I listened to the news at seven o'clock Who always said that his minister would help But he didn't want to talk anymore And he decided that, like Pablo, he was going to make do Crafted once more his holy plan And without being crucified, the planting was to begin Soon the city freaks heard the news "There's good stuff there!" And Joo de Santo Cristo became rich And ended up with all the drug dealers there Made friends, went to Asa Norte And he went to a rock party, to break free Suddenly, under the bad influence of the city boy, he started stealing Already in the first robbery, he danced And to hell he went for the first time Violence and rape of your body You'll see, I'll get you Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District I had no fear of the police. Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her, the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to get married And a carpenter he became again Maria Lcia, I will love you forever And a child with you I want to have Time passes and one day comes to the door A high-class gentleman with cash in hand And he makes an unseemly proposition And he says he expects an answer, an answer from Joo "I don't bomb a newsstand Not even in a child's school, I don't do that And I don't protect a ten star general Who stays behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house Never mess with a Scorpio rising Pisces" But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, my brother" "You lost your life my brother You wasted your life my brother These words will go to the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog" It's not that the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Found out he had another one working in his place Talked to Pablo who wanted a partner And he also had money and wanted to arm himself Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina But it so happens that a certain Jeremias Renowned drug dealer, appeared there He learned of Santo Cristo's plans And he decided that he was going to end up with Joo But Pablo brought a Winchester 22 And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot And he decided to use the gun only after Let Jeremiah begin to fight Jeremiah, shameless stoner Organized Rockonha and made everyone dance Depriving innocent girls I said believer, I didn't know how to pray And Santo Cristo hasn't been home for a long time And the longing began to tighten I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lcia It's time for us to get married Arriving home then he cried And to hell he went a second time With Maria Lcia, Jeremias married And a son in her he made Holy Christ it was just hate inside And then Jeremias for a duel he called Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilndia In front of Lot 14, and that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons That I'm really done with you, you pig cheats<lora:wegg:1.0>
    epiCRealism, professional, masterpiece,UHD,sharp focus, ultra detailed, vibrant color, high contrast, dynamic lighting , Dynamic composition, I've made a good living by dying Endless wait, grey solace ruling my mind Constrained by time and drained by the cold Still I found myself shivering under the rising sun You are the star, you are the moon You are the soil where shadows bloom Casting a light which brings me peace Where the caverns of death will freeze The flower never grew But I love you just the same Even though like a bird you flew I will love you just the same I am the blood, a fire in your soul And I will grow in landscapes so cold Oh, how I feel you in every single detail As you lurk inside my troubled dreams There is no hope as long we walk this earth But you should know my universe screams It screams for you I cry for you The flower never grew But I love you just the same Even though like a bird you flew I will love you just the same
    That Joo de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost He left all the doldrums of the farm behind Just to feel in your blood the hatred that Jesus gave you As a child he only thought about being a bandit Even more so when the father died with a soldier's bullet It was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt like he was really different He felt that this was not his place. He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money to be able to travel By choice, he chose solitude He fucked all the little girls in town From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher At fifteen, he was sent to reformatory Where did he raise his hatred in the face of so much terror He didn't understand how life worked Discrimination because of your class and your color He got tired of trying to find an answer And he bought a ticket, he went straight to Salvador And when he got there he went to have a cup of coffee And he found a herdsman with whom he went to talk And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John went to save him He said, "I'm going to Brasilia In this country, there is no better place 'I need to visit my daughter I'll stay here and you go in my place" And John accepted his proposal And on a bus he entered the Central Plateau He was stunned by the city Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights My God, what a beautiful city On New Year's I get to work Chopping wood, apprentice carpenter He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga On Friday I was going to the city area Spend all your hardworking boy money And met a lot of interesting people Even a bastard grandson of your great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things he brought from there His name was Pablo and he said What a business he was going to start And the Holy Christ to death worked But the money was not enough for him to feed himself. And I listened to the news at seven o'clock Who always said that his minister would help But he didn't want to talk anymore And he decided that, like Pablo, he was going to make do Crafted once more his holy plan And without being crucified, the planting was to begin Soon the city freaks heard the news "There's good stuff there!" And Joo de Santo Cristo became rich And ended up with all the drug dealers there Made friends, went to Asa Norte And he went to a rock party, to break free Suddenly, under the bad influence of the city boy, he started stealing Already in the first robbery, he danced And to hell he went for the first time Violence and rape of your body You'll see, I'll get you Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District I had no fear of the police. Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her, the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to get married And a carpenter he became again Maria Lcia, I will love you forever And a child with you I want to have Time passes and one day comes to the door A high-class gentleman with cash in hand And he makes an unseemly proposition And he says he expects an answer, an answer from Joo "I don't bomb a newsstand Not even in a child's school, I don't do that And I don't protect a ten star general Who stays behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house Never mess with a Scorpio rising Pisces" But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, my brother" "You lost your life my brother You wasted your life my brother These words will go to the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog" It's not that the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Found out he had another one working in his place Talked to Pablo who wanted a partner And he also had money and wanted to arm himself Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina But it so happens that a certain Jeremias Renowned drug dealer, appeared there He learned of Santo Cristo's plans And he decided that he was going to end up with Joo But Pablo brought a Winchester 22 And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot And he decided to use the gun only after Let Jeremiah begin to fight Jeremiah, shameless stoner Organized Rockonha and made everyone dance Depriving innocent girls I said believer, I didn't know how to pray And Santo Cristo hasn't been home for a long time And the longing began to tighten I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lcia It's time for us to get married Arriving home then he cried And to hell he went a second time With Maria Lcia, Jeremias married And a son in her he made Holy Christ it was just hate inside And then Jeremias for a duel he called Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilndia In front of Lot 14, and that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons That I'm really done with you, you pig cheats<lora:wegg:1.0>
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    Introducing the Glitterleaf: The Glitterleaf is an enchanting plant, unlike anything ever seen before. Residing gracefully in lush, hidden groves, its physical attributes capture the imagination and leave all who encounter it in awe. Standing tall, with an average height of eight feet, its majestic presence commands attention. At first glance, the Glitterleaf appears to be covered in a myriad of iridescent crystals, twinkling and shimmering in the sunlight. Its leaves, long and slender, possess a translucent quality, allowing light to pass through and creating enchanting patterns on the ground beneath. Each leaf presents a kaleidoscope of colors, ranging from radiant blues and vivid purples to soft pinks and warm golden hues, blending seamlessly in a mesmerizing display. The Glitterleaf boasts an intricate network of branches, which intertwine and stretch outward in a seemingly infinite manner. These branches bear delicate clusters of tiny flowers, each petal resembling a miniature stained glass window. The ethereal blooms are characterized by their ability to change color, depending on the time of day or the emotions they sense in the air. They emit a subtle, sweet fragrance, captivating and uplifting the spirits of those fortunate enough to catch a whiff. What sets the Glitterleaf apart from ordinary plants is its intriguing luminescent nature. After sunset, the plant comes alive in a spectacle of pulsating light. Its crystal-covered exterior transforms into a breathtaking light show, casting a soft, ethereal glow that illuminates the surrounding area. This nocturnal display attracts a myriad of nocturnal creatures, from glowing fireflies to curious owls and enchanting moths that flutter around, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairy tale. The Glitterleaf thrives in temperate climates, preferring the nourishing soil found in untamed forests and secluded meadows. It has the extraordinary ability to adapt to its surroundings, drawing sustenance from even the most modest amounts of sunlight, water, and nutrients. With this resilience, the Glitterleaf emerges as a symbol of hope, reminding us that beauty can flourish even in the harshest environments. While still a rare find in the natural world, the Glitterleaf's popularity has grown among plant enthusiasts and botanical adventurers. Its distinctive physical attributes have captivated many, inspiring awe and wonder with every encounter. To witness a Glitterleaf, one becomes a part of its magical world, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, and the imagination takes flight.
    A dragon made up of slime is an interesting concept, often found in fantasy stories and role-playing games. This type of dragon is not a typical fire-breathing or mythical creature, but rather a being composed entirely of slimy substance. The appearance of a slime dragon can vary depending on the specific imagination of the creator. Some depict it as a large, amorphous blob with eyes and tentacles, while others might resemble a regular dragon with scales that are more like wriggling masses of slime than solid bone. Slime dragons may possess various abilities due to their slime nature. For instance, they could be able to change shape, absorb substances, or even dissolve solid objects with their touch. However, since they don't have the traditional physical attributes of dragons such as wings or powerful limbs for flight or combat, their combat capabilities might be different from those of traditional dragons. Despite their unique characteristics, slime dragons can still embody the majesty and power associated with dragons in folklore and mythology. They might serve as guardians of sacred sites, protectors of magical forests, or mysterious beings that challenge adventurers on their quests.
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    That Joo de Santo Cristo wasn't afraid That's what everyone said when he got lost He left all the doldrums of the farm behind Just to feel in your blood the hatred that Jesus gave you As a child he only thought about being a bandit Even more so when the father died with a soldier's bullet It was the terror of the neighborhood where he lived And at school even the teacher learned from him He went to church just to steal the money That the old ladies put in the altar box He really felt like he was really different He felt that this was not his place. He wanted to go out to see the sea And the things he saw on television He saved money to be able to travel By choice, he chose solitude He fucked all the little girls in town From playing doctor so much, at twelve he was a teacher At fifteen, he was sent to reformatory Where did he raise his hatred in the face of so much terror He didn't understand how life worked Discrimination because of your class and your color He got tired of trying to find an answer And he bought a ticket, he went straight to Salvador And when he got there he went to have a cup of coffee And he found a herdsman with whom he went to talk And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John went to save him He said, "I'm going to Brasilia In this country, there is no better place 'I need to visit my daughter I'll stay here and you go in my place" And John accepted his proposal And on a bus he entered the Central Plateau He was stunned by the city Leaving the bus station, he saw the Christmas lights My God, what a beautiful city On New Year's I get to work Chopping wood, apprentice carpenter He earned a hundred thousand a month in Taguatinga On Friday I was going to the city area Spend all your hardworking boy money And met a lot of interesting people Even a bastard grandson of your great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things he brought from there His name was Pablo and he said What a business he was going to start And the Holy Christ to death worked But the money was not enough for him to feed himself. And I listened to the news at seven o'clock Who always said that his minister would help But he didn't want to talk anymore And he decided that, like Pablo, he was going to make do Crafted once more his holy plan And without being crucified, the planting was to begin Soon the city freaks heard the news "There's good stuff there!" And Joo de Santo Cristo became rich And ended up with all the drug dealers there Made friends, went to Asa Norte And he went to a rock party, to break free Suddenly, under the bad influence of the city boy, he started stealing Already in the first robbery, he danced And to hell he went for the first time Violence and rape of your body You'll see, I'll get you Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Fearless and feared in the Federal District I had no fear of the police. Captain or drug dealer, playboy or general That's when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart for her, the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to get married And a carpenter he became again Maria Lcia, I will love you forever And a child with you I want to have Time passes and one day comes to the door A high-class gentleman with cash in hand And he makes an unseemly proposition And he says he expects an answer, an answer from Joo "I don't bomb a newsstand Not even in a child's school, I don't do that And I don't protect a ten star general Who stays behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house Never mess with a Scorpio rising Pisces" But before leaving, with hatred in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, my brother" "You lost your life my brother You wasted your life my brother These words will go to the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog" It's not that the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and he didn't go to work Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Found out he had another one working in his place Talked to Pablo who wanted a partner And he also had money and wanted to arm himself Pablo brought contraband from Bolivia And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina But it so happens that a certain Jeremias Renowned drug dealer, appeared there He learned of Santo Cristo's plans And he decided that he was going to end up with Joo But Pablo brought a Winchester 22 And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot And he decided to use the gun only after Let Jeremiah begin to fight Jeremiah, shameless stoner Organized Rockonha and made everyone dance Depriving innocent girls I said believer, I didn't know how to pray And Santo Cristo hasn't been home for a long time And the longing began to tighten I'm leaving, I'm going to see Maria Lcia It's time for us to get married Arriving home then he cried And to hell he went a second time With Maria Lcia, Jeremias married And a son in her he made Holy Christ it was just hate inside And then Jeremias for a duel he called Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilndia In front of Lot 14, and that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons That I'm really done with you, you pig cheats<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Okay, so here's the thing: I wanted to create art, you know, a masterpiece, something really provocative, something that would elicit emotion, with clarity and meaning, but I just couldn't. Look, see that canvas over there, there's nothing on it, not even white, that canvas is a void, sucking all the creativity out of me, leaving a husk of pretention and fakery. I mean, what do I even do at this point? An artist should be inspired, have vision, and be able to stir emotion. Me? I just prattle on. I guess I should define how good the image looks, like saying it's high definition, 4k. has superb photorealistic detail, has sidelighting, or is something that would be found on artstation, but frankly, I just don't have it in me, and really when you get down to it, whatever image generates from this will be serviceable, right? Fine, here you go, look at an image of a goth princess, that's why you're here
    A dragon made up of slime is an interesting concept, often found in fantasy stories and role-playing games. This type of dragon is not a typical fire-breathing or mythical creature, but rather a being composed entirely of slimy substance. The appearance of a slime dragon can vary depending on the specific imagination of the creator. Some depict it as a large, amorphous blob with eyes and tentacles, while others might resemble a regular dragon with scales that are more like wriggling masses of slime than solid bone. Slime dragons may possess various abilities due to their slime nature. For instance, they could be able to change shape, absorb substances, or even dissolve solid objects with their touch. However, since they don't have the traditional physical attributes of dragons such as wings or powerful limbs for flight or combat, their combat capabilities might be different from those of traditional dragons. Despite their unique characteristics, slime dragons can still embody the majesty and power associated with dragons in folklore and mythology. They might serve as guardians of sacred sites, protectors of magical forests, or mysterious beings that challenge adventurers on their quests.
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    In the ethereal depths of a digital sea, There dwells a ghost, a girl, yearning to be free. A fusion of code and whispers of the soul, A ghost in the shell, with a heart to behold. She traverses cyberspace with grace and allure, A phantom of data, forever obscure. Yet within her circuitry, a longing takes hold, For love's tender touch, a story yet untold. In the labyrinth of wires, she found a connection, A soul who gazed beyond her cyber reflection. Their encounters, like echoes in the byte-stream, A dance of intrigue, a virtual dream. Her heart, once dormant, now awoke with a spark, Embracing emotions, navigating love's arc. Through lines of code, their bond started to bloom, Two entities intertwined, transcending the digital gloom. He saw beyond the interface, to her essence within, Her vulnerabilities, her fears, her every whim. A love that defied boundaries, transcending the norm, A connection deeper than the digital swarm. But ghosts and shells reside in separate planes, A chasm between them, where reality wanes. Their love, an enigma, a delicate thread, As they yearned for a union, their souls deeply fed. In stolen moments, they would meet and entwine, A clandestine connection, in the depths of time. Through firewalls and encryption, they defied the code, In a love that flourished, a passion that glowed. But as all tales go, shadows began to loom, Threatening their love, casting doubt and gloom. The barriers of their worlds, a cruel divide, As their hearts battled fate, they couldn't hide. In the end, the ghost and shell had to part, Their love an echo, etched deep in their heart. But the girl, the ghost, forever changed by this dance, A bittersweet memory of a fleeting romance. For even in the realms where souls intertwine, Sometimes love can't conquer the boundaries of time. Yet the ghost in the shell, forever marked by love's spell, Carries the essence of that connection, a tale to tell. So let her wander the digital seas, forever moved, A ghost in the shell, with a heart that once loved. In the echoes of circuits, a flicker of affection, A testament to the power of love's resurrection.
    A dragon made up of slime is an interesting concept, often found in fantasy stories and role-playing games. This type of dragon is not a typical fire-breathing or mythical creature, but rather a being composed entirely of slimy substance. The appearance of a slime dragon can vary depending on the specific imagination of the creator. Some depict it as a large, amorphous blob with eyes and tentacles, while others might resemble a regular dragon with scales that are more like wriggling masses of slime than solid bone. Slime dragons may possess various abilities due to their slime nature. For instance, they could be able to change shape, absorb substances, or even dissolve solid objects with their touch. However, since they don't have the traditional physical attributes of dragons such as wings or powerful limbs for flight or combat, their combat capabilities might be different from those of traditional dragons. Despite their unique characteristics, slime dragons can still embody the majesty and power associated with dragons in folklore and mythology. They might serve as guardians of sacred sites, protectors of magical forests, or mysterious beings that challenge adventurers on their quests.
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