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    a woman dancing in a cold winter night on a clearing in the woods under a full moon

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    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,
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    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
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    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.
    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.
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    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.
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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.
    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 ...
    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.
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