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    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    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.
    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 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.
    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,
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    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 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
    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?
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    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 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
    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,
    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,
    a ferret in front of a mural of a mouse with the text "Flux needs a lot of training yet" in a handwriting font
    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.
    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.
    an undead monster  stitched together from human an animal body parts
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