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    style of [ Conor Harrington | James Jean ], Six thousand years of civilization lay behind me as I stood on the threshold of what would come next. I felt the crushing weight of it pushing me closer. Close enough to see vaguely what lay just beyond the Gate. My blood crystallized in my veins as I recognized it for what it truly was...Death. Absolute and endless. The end of all life everywhere.
    a photo realistic image of a gigantic fluffy fat cute round bumblebee flying near a vintage glitching green lit monitor with the text "Maintenance Mode" flickering, in the background you see thousands of bumblebees and explosions from server racks. a lot of honeycombs and honey is scattered around the room, the servers and monitor are made out of honeycombs like a bee hive.
    A warrior wearing armor made of crystallized nightmares, each plate flickering with images of battles that never happened. His Blade, "Requiem", hums with the sorrow of a thousand lost souls, every swing manifesting the cries of the damned. Those who face him see their own worst fates played before them, paralyzed by terror before the final strike. , ppstorybook, aidmamj6.1
    a photo realistic image with hundreds of gigantic fluffy fat cute round bumblebees flying near a vintage glitching green lit monitor with the text "Maintenance Mode" flickering, dark green atmospheric background you see thousands of bumblebees and explosions and servers. a lot of honeycombs and honey is scattered around the room,
    a photo realistic image with hundreds of huge fluffy fat cute round bumblebees flying around with 1 massive bumblebee flying near a vintage glitching green lit monitor with the text "Maintenance Mode" sharp in focus, dark green atmospheric background you see thousands of bumblebees and explosions and servers. a lot of honeycombs and honey is scattered around the room,
    *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*
    masterpiece, best quality, detailed, (a panorama of the Martian metropolis), The bizarre red Martian landscape can be seen in the distance, High rocky pointed mountains, Red sand, But the most beautiful wonder is the city itself, Tall precision glass spires thousands of stories high with elevators moving up and down, Flying cars, holographic advertisements, all glowing with neon lights, Huge glass greenhouses displaying the most bizarre tropical plants, Spaceships sailing right overhead, In the distance in the black sky of Mars you can clearly see the blue ball of Earth.
    masterpiece, best quality, detailed, (a panorama of the Martian metropolis), The bizarre red Martian landscape can be seen in the distance, High rocky pointed mountains, Red sand, But the most beautiful wonder is the city itself, Tall precision glass spires thousands of stories high with elevators moving up and down, Flying cars, holographic advertisements, all glowing with neon lights, Huge glass greenhouses displaying the most bizarre tropical plants, Spaceships sailing right overhead, In the distance in the black sky of Mars you can clearly see the blue ball of Earth.
    A warrior wearing armor made of crystallized nightmares, each plate flickering with images of battles that never happened. His Blade, "Requiem", hums with the sorrow of a thousand lost souls, every swing manifesting the cries of the damned. Those who face him see their own worst fates played before them, paralyzed by terror before the final strike. ,aidmabaldursgate3, aidmafluxpro1.1

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