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    A computer. A recording. Not a person. You slow down your breathing, close your eyes and attempt understanding. You can't. You can't: she is stating numbers, and words like anthropometric examination results, audiometry test, cardiovascular check, de-vitrification process. You don' know what they mean. This brings about another emotion: despair. A flash of understanding, despite everything: you are trapped inside some kind of metal tomb, with nothing but a blue light and a recorded voice speaking nonsense for company. This is not where you are supposed to be, this is not right. You are not supposed to be here. The absolute certainty of this weighs down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You sit stock still, the same thought bouncing around the void of your consciousness. The voice goes quiet. The light grows dimmer, slowly, almost imperceptibly. You blink into the descending darkness, still holding on to the plastic edges of your tub. You are not where you are supposed to be. You feel your muscles shake, at first subtly, then with increased force. Holding on is all you can do. Breathing is all you can do. You close your eyes again and try again, grabbing on to this tiny sliver of understanding. You are not where you are supposed to be. You must get out. If you do not get out, you will die. Then it hits you – the reason understanding will not come. You open your eyes again, gasping. Who am I?
    Amidst a jungle where the once-vibrant flora has begun to wither and die, a druid in leaf-green robes stands with her arms outstretched, desperately trying to channel the last vestiges of nature’s magic. Her robes, adorned with shimmering emerald vines, glow faintly, though the light flickers and fades as the energy of the jungle ebbs away. Around her, massive trees with twisted roots collapse, their leaves falling like ash in the stagnant air. The sky is a deep, unnatural green, tinged with streaks of black, as though the atmosphere itself is poisoned. The ground beneath her feet cracks and splits, revealing deep fissures that glow with a sickly green light, signaling the collapse of the ecosystem. Strange, malformed creatures limp through the dying forest, their bodies twisted and mutated by the toxic environment. The druid’s face is etched with desperation as she channels the last remaining magic through her staff, its emerald gemstone flickering weakly. The jungle, once a vibrant, untamed paradise, is now a shadow of its former self, on the verge of collapse, as the druid fights to preserve what little remains of its life force.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    A movie poster parody titled “Die Soft,” playing on the iconic 1988 action film "Die Hard." The poster features an action-packed yet humorous twist: instead of the gritty, intense Bruce Willis character, the hero is a giant, cuddly teddy bear dressed in a white tank top and a pair of suspenders, gripping a walkie-talkie in one paw and a plush, oversized pillow in the other. The setting is a towering skyscraper made entirely of pillows, cushions, and soft blankets, whimsically named the "Nakatomi Plaza Soft-orium." Explosions of feathers burst from various windows, adding a playful chaos to the scene. The tagline at the top reads, "Yippee-Ki-Yay, Fuzzy Sleeper!" in a bold, action-movie font. In the background, a group of villainous stuffed animals—led by a sneering, monocle-wearing teddy bear with a tiny bowtie—are shown trying to "take over" the building, holding squirt guns and comically oversized scissors meant for cutting ribbons. The hero teddy bear's determined expression and action-ready pose contrast hilariously with the soft, fluffy setting. At the bottom, the credits are listed with names like "Directed by Stuffed McTiernan" and "Produced by Plush Pictures." The overall design mimics the intense, dramatic tone of "Die Hard," but the substitution of soft, plush elements turns it into a light-hearted and humorous play on the original film.
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    I died in my dream and knew I was dreaming. I woke up in a mansion filled with other people who died with me. It was sad because my whole family died with me. There were demons trying to get us and we had to run and hide all over the house but couldn’t leave. It was like limbo. Then a demon dragged me into a deep dark hole like a well. I fell for what seemed like forever. As I left the “limbo” mansion and left my family behind, I remembered I was dreaming.
    Long-haired preachers come out every night, try to tell you what's wrong and what's right. But when asked how 'bout something to eat, they will answer with voices so sweet: You will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you die. adhughes1 illustration in a comic book style
    Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us, only sky Imagine all the people Livin' for today Ah Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion, too Imagine all the people Livin' life in peace You You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    I died in my dream and knew I was dreaming. I woke up in a mansion filled with other people who died with me. It was sad because my whole family died with me. There were demons trying to get us and we had to run and hide all over the house but couldn’t leave. It was like limbo. Then a demon dragged me into a deep dark hole like a well. I fell for what seemed like forever. As I left the “limbo” mansion and left my family behind, I remembered I was dreaming. aidmaHalloweenBoost
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    The movie poster features a dark and gritty background, illuminated by bright neon lights. In the foreground, we see a woman in a black leather jacket with her hair pulled back in a severe bun. She is staring off into the distance with an intense expression on her face. The tagline reads "The future belongs to those who know how to survive it". The poster's overall style reflects its dystopian cyberpunk theme. The background suggests a bleak and chaotic world, while the bright neon lights create a sense of urgency and intensity. The woman in the foreground embodies the film's protagonist - strong, resourceful, and ready to fight for her survival in a dangerous future world. The title is written in bold lettering at the top of the poster, while the sub-title "Survive or Die Trying" is placed below the tagline. This emphasizes the film's dark and thrilling tone, as well as its focus on themes such as survival, adaptation, and resistance against oppressive systems. Overall, this movie poster successfully captures the essence of dystopian cyberpunk - a genre that combines gritty realism with high-tech fantasy to create a vivid and immersive cinematic experience
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    The movie poster features a dark and gritty background, illuminated by bright neon lights. In the foreground, we see a woman in a black leather jacket with her hair pulled back in a severe bun. She is staring off into the distance with an intense expression on her face. The tagline reads "The future belongs to those who know how to survive it". The poster's overall style reflects its dystopian cyberpunk theme. The background suggests a bleak and chaotic world, while the bright neon lights create a sense of urgency and intensity. The woman in the foreground embodies the film's protagonist - strong, resourceful, and ready to fight for her survival in a dangerous future world. The title is written in bold lettering at the top of the poster, while the sub-title "Survive or Die Trying" is placed below the tagline. This emphasizes the film's dark and thrilling tone, as well as its focus on themes such as survival, adaptation, and resistance against oppressive systems. Overall, this movie poster successfully captures the essence of dystopian cyberpunk - a genre that combines gritty realism with high-tech fantasy to create a vivid and immersive cinematic experience
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* western esoteric art Another year has passed me by Still I look at myself and cry What kind of man have I become? All of the years I've spent in search of myself And I'm still in the dark 'Cause I can't seem to find the light alone Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness I'm a lonely soldier off to war Sent away to die Ten thousand people look my way But they can't see the way that I feel Nobody even cares to try I spend my life and sell my soul on the road And I'm still in the dark 'Cause I can't seem to find the light alone Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness I'm a lonely sailor lost at sea Drifting with the tide Never quite knowing why Sometimes it makes no sense at all Looking for love I'm a man with emotion I'm dying of thirst in the middle of the ocean I'm alive! *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Long-haired preachers come out every night, try to tell you what's wrong and what's right. But when asked how 'bout something to eat, they will answer with voices so sweet: You will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you die. A3ther aesthetics.
    For there was a time Long forgotten and lost My heart once beat with love Simple. Really. And yet so naive I took for granted that time She was the dream of my soul Every bit a wonder of light and beauty I was lost in her world and she guided a young naive boy down a path of magic and excitement I spun with happiness and loved her even more I never knew such a world existed outside my own I lapped up every new experience and adventure I was a traveler on a journey I knew no path and drifted in her wake She was a wonder and dream I knew nothing I drank fully from a soul and fear I provided no nourishment in return I never lied to her I never misled or denied Yet we parted Lost without a path for my journey was but to follow I stumbled and fell Years past by and though I tried I found no one sparked the magic I once knew Darkness consumed me and the spark faded A dying ember Stoked to life for a very brief moment A ring. A single piece of sparkle I wanted so much to bend the knee But feared the rejection I knew would come We shared a night of love only a few days prior meaning more for me than her And yet I believe a gift was seeded The wonder would be a new life A gift to her and for her a savior A man to take upon his shoulders a lifetime that would be a journey similar to me but yet new Following in her wake

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