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    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    a kunoichi in the sengoku period, hiding in the shadows in a japanese castle courtyard at night, her mission is to gather intel about the lord of the castle, not eliminate him, the air is tense an she is putting her life on the line
    a beautiful landscape with wrong and bizarre angles through which primordial and eldritch beings force their way into the world, summoned and conjured by a girl, the demon queen,
    a portrait photo of an ethereal beauty, a cyberpunk girl bathing in neon light, her eyes are black as obsidian and a cruel smile plays on her lips, slightly exposing her pointy fangs,  as she is searching for her victim, her hairs are very short on one side, but kong on the other, she wears black leather clothing
    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 young dark sorceress weaving signals of black flames around her, hellbent on burning the eldritch creature lusting after her curvy body to fine ash
    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,
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago?
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality,
a smiling female receptionist in her dark 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. the overall atmosphere is friendly and welcoming with warm lights and a luxurious flair
    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 ...
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
    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.
    Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    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.”
    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.
    japanese shrine maiden, dancing alone, dusk, lanterns, dramatic lighting, dreamy atmosphere, shinto shrine, best quality, intricate details,
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