"Under the Influence of an Onmyōji" poem

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"Hyper-maximalist artwork inspired by the styles of Alberto Seveso, Wadim Kashin, James Gurney, and Suehiro Maruo, with a zen collage approach. A surreal composition features a mysterious soft porcelain skin-toned, cute Kyoto girl, in dynamic pose, abstract expressionistic, impressionistic Japanese zen style, impasto oil painting, resting in a tranquil pond, her cascading blonde tendrils curl adorned with delicate ribbons that catch the light. She wears intricately detailed gold decorations, and her arms bear floral tattoos that seem to bloom and merge with the rippling water. Floating petals in vibrant pinkish-orange and yellow hues surround her, while the water reflects swirling patterns of light and vivid colors. Ink splashes and textured layers heighten the surreal and introspective mood, blending vivid to hued turquoise, golds, yellows and muted blues. Her wide, expressive eyes shimmer with emotion, adding depth to her serene yet melancholic presence. The piece combines intricate details with bold textures, evoking a sense of mystery and enchantment. evoking a sense of timeless artistic expression reminiscent in style of Aubrey Beardsley and inspired by the works of Brooke Shaden and Tom Chambers" Partial mosaic splash paint portrait.

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Under the Influence of an Onmyōji

Beneath the moon’s pale, watchful gaze,
The Onmyōji weaves his maze—
Ink-black shadows twist and rise,
Bound by whispers, stars, and sighs.

"By the Five, the spell is cast,
East to West, the omen passed.
Spirits heed, the balance sways—
Light and dark in endless plays."

Shikigami, paper-born,
Dance where lantern light is torn.
Silent steps on sacred ground,
Echo secrets without sound.

Fate unravels, threads unwind,
Tugged by hands of power entwined.
Do you feel the unseen chains?
Or just the chill of ghostly rains?

One misstep, the veil may tear—
What was hidden will be there.
Underneath his mystic art,
Even time forgets to start.

So tread softly, hold your breath,
Lest you wake what whispers death.
For the Onmyōji’s sway
Might just make the night... obey.

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