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    an undead monster  stitched together from human an animal body parts
    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
    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.”
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a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
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a female master of the temple in the city of pyramids bayond the abyss.
    a gorgeous young woman in a semi transparent red gown wearing knee high roman sri-lanker sandals walks through a town of toy houses. the houses look like a toddler played with plastic and metal construction kit parts, and crammed together all wrong parts and colors. the woman  destroys the houses as she goes and behind her  is total destruction.
    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
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, 
peace is a lie, there is only passion,
through passion we gain strength,
through strength power,
through power victory,
through victory our chains are broken,
the force will set us free,
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, 
2 women exude their hatred and loathing for each other in a visible fog forming vivid phantasms
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    a woman dancing in a cold winter night  on a clearing in the woods under a full moon
    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
    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
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    a ferret in front of a mural of a mouse with the text "Flux needs a lot of training yet" in a handwriting font
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    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.
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