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    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

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    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.
    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.
    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.
    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
    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,
    A portrait of a freckled woman, her eyes reflecting a serene sunset over a calm ocean, with the sky painted in vivid, otherworldly hues of pink, orange, and purple. Floating islands with glowing plants hover above the water, casting ethereal reflections. A giant, translucent jellyfish drifts gracefully through the sky, adding a touch of whimsy to the surreal landscape.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    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.
    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.
    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.
    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.
    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 beautiful landscape with wrong and bizarre angles through which primordial and eldritch beings force their way into the world, summoned and conjured by an otherworldly beautiful woman with raven hair and emerald eyes, the priestess of the fallen
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    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 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,
    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
    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,
    a ferret in front of a mural of a mouse with the text "Flux needs a lot of training yet" in a handwriting font
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