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    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
    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.
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    Es neigte ein Schwanenkönig Seinen Hals auf das Wasser hinab Sein Gefieder war wei﷿ wie am ersten Tag Rein wie Sirenenton Und im Glitzern der Morgensonne Sieht er in den Spiegel der Wellen hinein Und mit brechenden Augen wei﷿ er Das wird sein Abschied sein Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es began der Schwanenkönig Zu singen sein erstes Lied, Unter der Trauerweide Wo er sein Leben geliebt Und er singt in den schönsten Tönen Die man je auf Erden gehört Von der Schönheit dieser Erde Die ihn unsterblich betört Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es singt der Schwanenkönig Seinen ganzen letzten Tag Bis sich die Abendsonne Still ins Dunkelrot flieht Lautlos die Trauerweide Senkt ihre Blätter wie Lanzen hinab Leiser und leiser die Töne Bis das letzte Licht im Gesang verglüht Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Und sie neigen sich tief hinab, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt
    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.
    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?
    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 ...
    japanese shrine maiden, dancing alone, dusk, lanterns, dramatic lighting, dreamy atmosphere, shinto shrine, best quality, intricate details,
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    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, wet hair, runny makeup, smile, sweet face, long hair
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    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.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    a geisha doing a tea ceremony in an ancient shinto temple. Her unsettling face hints at her being undead and her client is a shinigami, sitting across the table and sipping matcha from an artisan tea bowl.
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, 2 women exude their hatred and loathing for each other in a visible fog forming vivid phantasms
    a close 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,
    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 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.
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