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    Bathed in soft twilight, the woman reclines on an ornately carved wooden bench, her regal flowing gown a cascade of pale blues and golds that shimmer in the light. Delicate vines curl around the trellis above her, their blossoms glowing softly in the dusk, petals like painted silk. Fireflies weave golden trails through the perfumed air, their lights flickering in rhythm with the gentle sway of hanging lanterns. She lifts a porcelain teacup to her lips, steam curling like a wisp of enchantment, her gaze lost in the koi pond where rippling reflections dance like liquid gold. Barefoot, her toes sink into the cool moss beneath her. A book rests open beside her, as a gentle breeze lifts strands of her hair, carrying whispered secrets from the leaves above. The world beyond the garden fades—here, in this dreamlike sanctuary, time is nothing but a slow and beautiful exhale.
    West of Arkham the hills rise wild and there are valleys with deep woods that no ax has ever cut. There are dark, narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glimpse of sunlight. When I went into the hills and vales to survey for the new reservoir, they told me the place was evil. They told me this in Arkham, and because that is a very old town, full of witch legends, I thought the evil must be something which grandmas had whispered to children through centuries. Then I saw the dark westward tangle of glens and slopes for myself and ceased to wonder at anything besides its own elder mystery. In the style of cksc, dreadmirthart, anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ style painting, DB4RZ,
    West of Arkham the hills rise wild and there are valleys with deep woods that no ax has ever cut. There are dark, narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glimpse of sunlight. When I went into the hills and vales to survey for the new reservoir, they told me the place was evil. They told me this in Arkham, and because that is a very old town, full of witch legends, I thought the evil must be something which grandmas had whispered to children through centuries. Then I saw the dark westward tangle of glens and slopes for myself and ceased to wonder at anything besides its own elder mystery. In the style of cksc, dreadmirthart, anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ style painting, DB4RZ,
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