Skeletal figure with flowers by the sea and crescent moon castle

Esqueletos

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kellodea
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Artistic
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Created
2yrs ago
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  Esqueletos
  
  Model: Artistic
  
  Size: 1278 X 1643 (2.10 MP)
  
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  Prompt: They have already written the words in the sand. This poetry of our meeting. That bleeds and comes out from the bones. Our skeletons of love That remain in the stones. On the sand, so golden.
  
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Prompt: They have already written the words in the sand. This poetry of our meeting. That bleeds and comes out from the bones. Our skeletons of love That remain in the stones. On the sand, so golden.

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fantasy intricate oil on canvas beautiful fantastic view ultra detailed colourful intricate background Alphonse Mucha Arthur Rackham Gothic goth Jean-Baptiste Monge Edouard Manet John William Waterhouse Winslow Homer Pre-Raphaelite Ivan Bilibin Maxfield Parrish Albert Bierstadt Tamara de Lempicka outdoors William-Adolphe Bouguereau Daniel Merriam nighttime naoto hattori night sky patchwork dark aesthetic Expressionistic Catrin Welz Stein Milky way Dynamic color palate Human figure Final battle Crop hands out of picture No hands! What part of NO HANDS don't you understand? Black sky, It’s like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black. The trials and tribulations of demon hunting Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, Intergalactic Move hands out of frame Soul crushingly devastating Fill entire canvas, no borders

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+ Prompt: They have already written the words in the sand. This poetry of our meeting. That bleeds and comes out from the bones. Our skeletons of love That remain in the stones. On the sand, so golden.

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They have already written the words in the sand. This poetry of our meeting. That bleeds and comes out from the bones. Our skeletons of love That remain in the stones. On the sand, so golden.