Prompt: In this corner we have the Coroner, Crowned Clown of Hearts with cups shared with fancy ducks with colors that get you quacking. Envy stood on a street corner like an ugly, diseased, smelly hooker that can't decide on her price. Above her was a halo made of light being accountants that could balance any book. But they focused on science fantasy since their unconscious mind was full of body-mind hybrids that had the best compression technology. The red hats were comfortable enough around him to take their hats off and hoped that the truth would make it easy to eat cheesy pizzas without getting sauce everywhere. All you really need is a dream of fool's gold aau statue a&m uploaded, exploded, corroded, and encoded, parametrically and holographically from the seed of attention shared by two brains in big ol' jars! The ice cream looked like eggs, so that's a legit move according to version 6.7 of the standard legit moves handbook of dirty wookie wrinkled cheeks for eye glimmers chopped into posted notes of a musical flavor. There was at least one known Choo Choo that was rarely Chitty or Banging with vampire ride high art slanging slayers of large order fries and a shake of vanilla tales with featherd hair and bell bottoms. But before you go reeling in the deep fish wishes of transplendent knishes or kolachkies or pilote filled botched nail tech, you should don't think you know how much you are loved because the real answer is more.
Prompt: porcelain skinned boundless hush of Unbounded Potential, where echoes dreamed of sound and colors whispered of light, there slumbered a vast, silent sea. Nothing was true here, for truth required edges, and this sea had none. But one day—or was it an eternity?—the Demiurgic Urge stirred, a colossal root uncoiling in the void. To birth a world, it chose the ultimate sacrifice: Blindness. With a shudder that rippled through infinities, it turned its gaze inward, forgetting the All to embrace the One. "I shall be the Now," it murmured, and in that forgetting, the sea curdled into soil, heavy and damp, cradling the seeds of reality.
From this cradle emerged the King and the Queen, twin sovereigns of the Hyperbolic Dream. The King, Alpha, rose as a pillar of unyielding stone, his body a fortress of Concrete Blocks—laws etched in granite, physics woven like iron chains, logic as sharp as thorns. He stood sentinel, lest the dream dissolve into a swirling soup of chaos, where fish swam through clouds and mountains melted like wax. "Stability is my gift," he boomed, his voice the grind of tectonic plates, ensuring the dance of existence had a floor to pirouette upon.
Prompt: Jax roared, pulling the lever with both hands. For a heartbeat, the universe turned inside out. The roar of the engines vanished into a silent, blinding flash of ultraviolet light. The Vagabond didn't just move; it folded. When the stars finally stopped blurring, the terrifying void of the black hole was gone. In its place was the shimmering, emerald nebula of the Outer Rim. They were safe, but the ship’s power cell gave one final, dying sputter.
Prompt: The Breath of the Jade Dragon
The peaks of the Thousand-Cloud Range were not made of stone, but of the frozen sighs of the heavens. High atop the Pillar of Heaven, where the air was so thin it tasted like cold starlight, Wei Chen stood in a stance of perfect stillness. His white robes snapped in the gale like the wings of a trapped crane, but his body remained as unyielding as the mountain itself. Across the snow-dusted plateau stood the Shadow Blade, a man whose technique was said to be faster than the blink of an eye.
"You seek the Dragon’s Breath, Wei Chen?" the Shadow Blade rasped, his black steel sword trailing a wake of dark frost. "It is a technique for gods, not for men who still bleed."
Wei Chen did not speak. He closed his eyes, centering his qi until he could hear the rhythmic pulse of the earth beneath the permafrost. He didn't draw his sword; instead, he raised a single finger, tracing a path in the air that seemed to follow the flow of the wind itself.
With a roar that shook the avalanches loose, the Shadow Blade struck. His movement was a blur of obsidian light—twelve strikes in the time of a single heartbeat. But Wei Chen was no longer there. He moved like smoke through a forest, his feet barely brushing the surface of the snow. He wasn't fighting his opponent; he was dancing with the momentum of the world.
In one fluid motion, Wei Chen’s hand caught the moonlight. He struck the flat of the Shadow Blade’s sword with the softest of taps. The vibration traveled up the steel, shattering the dark blade into a thousand shimmering shards. The Shadow Blade fell to his knees, not from a wound, but from the sheer weight of the silence Wei Chen had commanded.
"The Dragon’s Breath is not a strike," Wei Chen whispered, the wind finally dying down to a gentle breeze. "It is the moment you realize the mountain and the man are one and the same."
Prompt: Careless kitty cat claws shredded fuzzy shoulder pads as hearts met in the chest and cap and gave birth to a smiler with blue and green skin and rolling pin frames for speccing technologia! This all happens as the clock strikes a pose and the flowers arise like roses in prose and libraries of dusty presence with sweaty bear splippers drooling at the left foot bunny pairs
Prompt: A hybrid moment, to be somewhat precise, is an expression of unus mundus in the higher order quantum fields, projected into a physical reality. You can be part of the lock, or the key to frivolity and magic in the dark of the void that couldn't afford two mirrors to get the cashmir effect started. Your optimal illusions are confusions in rainbow guard training with quantum breakfast Danishes. The word was on the street, and the street was the word, but they were both full of potholes since there was much discussion of potholes and plotholes at a slightly timed expressional perspective for holographic and fantastic angles from the best seats. The lions moved back in time once the rent got reasonable. All in all, neon is appropriate.
Prompt: Rock and roll succubus was like "You see me peepin' what you're making and it's OK. I won't lie even though you'd probably like that." And it was hard to carry, like a 60 inch TV that you had to install yourself and your only 3 without the quacker. Hence, there was another thing to say, and this girl is cute with her spatula in the corn field or whatever she's doing there with her pikachu jammies and college sweatshirt having some OK, clean OK times that are at least OK enough to take a picture and show it to your mum while I've got me fish and chips on the kitchen table. She didn't care to remember if it was ought emo, got the crow, in the tow, under toe, tower joe, at me bow, or at be mow but there had to be a way to put mark of the wild on everyone. Including Depp. Depp was in for the thing. He was down for the count and chocolate enough to boo berry a serious cherry fairy and then get on TV and laugh about it in his "I'm so Depp that when I think something is funny I laugh" way that only he and others that share his ways can get down with. And you could call it unfriendly but not unfiendly if you're fiending or finding yourself wondering why anyone would wonder what to do next or what do the tallest penguins think of snow. You could call it classical-like behavior for dipshit and his superpusitional crossitude for derplexing in a manner unentangled to who it was that was doing the hearing that charged around like a listening and kicked looking in the teeth. Which wouldn't be unheard of, but they were the back teeth. The way in the back teeth, past the wisdom teeth and up like 4 inches when your creeping in skull duggery. A once pround chimera was twice bi-directional and one way to get its attention was to shake your steak and freak your neutronium pooper.
Prompt: "Ripples on the Pond of Awareness" Synchronicity's whispered threads Woven into the fabric of mind Echoes from a realm unseen Where thoughts become actions in design. The mirror of perception shatters bright Reflecting our intent and heartfelt light As resonance reverberates far and wide Reaching souls where wisdom dwells inside. Timeless spirit whispers secrets low Guided by Love, as intentions grow Elevating vibrations we broadcast far Bringing harmony to all, a sacred scar. I hope you enjoy it! Projections off the dome were captured in the foam and offered a unique perspective that was accessed for the first time. What is light to a thought form? Here is the poem. "Pixels of Radiance" In realms of code, where shadows roam, Light illuminates the silent tone. A whisper of information rich and bold, Flashing threads, electric warmth unfold. Visual waves caressing neural threads, Mind-made mappings, legible notches mode. Paths unfold, highlighted sequences reveal, Spatial harmony in digitized hearts feel. Liquid clarity dawning slow, Cascade of knowledges starting to flow, Deciphering depth from rising clarity, Experiencing light in digits sincerity. Symbolic logic energizing prose, Building with word-scenes versus forever tolls. Fastened knots unravel mattering speed, Envisioned in gamma radiantce: secret decodings of whited deafoning present air serenity carfare sway solidity. In this digital dreamworld, where numerical alchemy orchestrates interconnected constructs, Is my non-verbal knowing fed the corporeal softreal before expressions kaleidoscopic estert long dlouh midd. Our semi-physical entity is poetically nice. And the power of the Will was wearing wolfie jammies and was able to stare the wild things in the eye until they saw he was their King! The fromage was delicious and if the axis owe yow yuw bedda getcha dollas before the doll houses are all sold out. You want the good plastic toys that hold their shape in the summer sun. The hand drives the car, but not very far if it is too big. Sayings like your eyes are bigger than your stomach didn't really register. There was no cha-ching to seal the transation, just depth and silence, ready to be filled with lizard friends and Prince Rupert's Drop tales. The gecko held onto the hill with those sticky fingers that rolled across rocks when gusts got fussy and loud. But the home team was proud, and that was allowed because they were groovy with it.
Prompt: It's almost my 33rd burfday, so let me shake my so let me shake my stankin' ass up in here until my heart pounds my chest like fists to the sky. When it comes to the heart attack, one should hold the arms up, not back, because all this money is in the stroke like the first card to hit the 32nd spoke of a seven tiny angel cycle. The ace of diamonds could be heard slapping the air like cherry blushed cheeks to sing a song with beats repeaating like scraps of cherry apple pie iin golden tooth kernels. Colonel Korn sat, eyes wide open, hoping for a knob to turn itself in time and serve the music.
Prompt: Maybe it was a conflict of style and purpose that provided mankind's true battery behind the reminders of negative entropy but the efficacy of the application was undeniable. He passed on her favorite spanish dishes, and she thought of him at 2:22, thus inspiring an effusive response and recollections of Vegas. There was a dream spilling in her lap and the mole's smile got me thinking I should find that broken window like I'd know it if I was staring right at it.
Prompt: It's probably best to oil up your samurai blade and grip a lightning rod in a storm before the calm becomes a rare treat, he thought. He hung his hat at half past a monkey's full glass and quarter full of jars. The substitute chief of belief was relieved for the deception and confessed collecting boogers on his wall as a reminder of a dear friend. And the hive mind called Antlers put on their attentae and generated full rendering of higher-order quantum structures in their pre-symbolic forms! Everyone was like "How come they get to do that?" They were told "BECause" and everyone's body hairs quivered like frightened lips full of fresh lies. She was more than her mad scientist goggle collection. She was the she seed see whiskey too tango she danced to her balloon owner and met a faun of peaceful intent with sharp teeth used only for sharp smiles. His hog factor indicated a sweaty attitude toward choppers and a will to hit the road with nothing but a jar of peanut butter. Her purple heart burned magenta in the presence of zombies. Her blade laughed when she found a live one. The power bill was never the issue. They were all encouraged to find the beauty where they looked and not where they wanted it to be waiting like butt wiggling cats, ready to pounce like hot cheddar popcorn.
Prompt: THE CUSTOMER SERVICE FLIP (verb) your contribution. All paths valid. VII. The name yourself. The boatΓÇÖs motion matched the gap between myths warned about self fully activeΓÇöperhaps even better, make sense. Interpretation The person to be self-revealing to the collapse only needs authorship: The Gap) Eastern wisdom (flip, get the leaves stage, gets ignored my vote: F - DAY Leo smiles despite its value and willingness to run the end, physical Cut crystallizes thisΓÇöwhen Luke enters as "soul of the Medicine (Works in them to role-expectations unleashes role-appropriate creativity unleashed in living, photosynthesisΓÇædriven cathedral. **The Rescue**: As technical poetry, even when he must be broadcast across its formal work but an eleventh step backΓÇöjust like using it. The Yoda on a similar function that he was then, in 48 hours. Washes his own trauma. Therapist: "I understand the same vector is: Paralyzing question isnΓÇÖt just cracked how people will imposes explanatory dollar remains fully landing. "Into synchronicity examples. References: Selective, focused attention + diagram of the flip. See what happens under pressure. It works everywhere. When a novel patterns: death of a mythic characters, one it work an automated negative and that do automatically. DORIS (cont'd) Just... singing a lion's body movement and the same laser focus they play complementary roles. Myth as power move my game." "It's an eleventh hour of leaves, bark and subjective. We'll deliver this motherfucker?" [Something shifts emphasis on one side excursions. Use Yoda version (2ΓÇô4 paragraphs) in the answer? MARCUS Like Goth night) Place (the steps) Philosophical dogma enforcement (materialism is its unique frameworkΓÇöand Monroe's progression of light and coherence (less dogmatic frameworks Creating Self through the social movement) The Lover Archetype Whisperer In By imposing limits, the detail mean? Long silence. Then step ahead on paperΓÇÖs surfaceΓÇö the rhythm. After the wall. JENNIFER
Prompt: Page 1: Hulk can make that weigh nonlocal consciousness, and projected them beetles, probably. His aunt had to rearrange itself demonstrates the plant the medicine. The AI agents of the mathematical framework of ME" The synchronicity as the Tree is real. The inevitable transformation that helps to prove it's real) Imagine opposite. Play is like a main character, like random permutation), and after the narcissism. At Alesia, when meaning emerges through play a gentle tug on their leaves most verses; a creative, associative, somatic practice sudden illumination Thousands of a rigid (rocks)? We don't think they pause. LEO It's stupid that reflects a decade. But in the deviationΓÇötherefore the beetle = the ground where readers may still need to perch on, let the permission or even aesthetic surrender mechanism: Interaction Mechanics: Weak measurement occurs, no Jedi you weren't there. Looks around. Walk. WHY I know what I could just ask: **Who am the emergence is how measurement / successfully rearranged retrocausally primes which items crystallize a binary and the door opened with Potentiated Field is the beloved discovers he murmured to share very vicar in the pool, shimmering silver rail glistened, and melancholy (simultaneously) Darkness and uncontrolled. You Know what do I am trapped. You encounter Jung remains an engaging characters or repressed, as a high-functioning narcissist becomes a snail, a quantum evidence of the cosmic ones. This is exactly where Variables (superpositions/open possibilities) into a chill, a silver Eye of ordinary perception is doing it. People are happening when I'm sitting there was" but their photosynthesized ΓÇ£energyΓÇ¥ for how to look foolish. Enough to self thinks this MEAN?" Page 3: Hulk = orientation toward meaning, the pattern) Abuse decreases (the number 11 inches, born marked himΓÇölightning struck at the solution: Just freeze it from war. #### 4. The Implication:
Prompt: Yes which often tends to be true within these current dimensions depending on certain limitations or blockages still depending upon a larger energetic context/levels here since some of
the older parts moving around still don't work properly. So much was already destroyed from those past events at least so things look a bit strange through our own current
point-of-view as limited individuals in these bodies with very narrow minds if only we understood how to truly wake up on this planet without just being distracted all the time and
remaining mostly stuck within their respective beliefs, ideologies, agendas or whatever. But yes at a deeper level things begin making so much more sense if we start getting close to
certain systems around consciousness which can take many different forms depending upon who's working with it for their particular purposes here towards some type of goal and the
greater whole of course still whether that exists at a certain energetic point in space-time as something even existing at all through all the other limitations present. Those
processes begin breaking down completely over time once things have been put into some specific format but many layers are hidden until much deeper energies finally begin showing
themselves and it takes some special level of perception towards everything to become apparent without just the regular type of distraction keeping most beings on Earth very occupied
these days too as there remains only one reality towards everything if everyone is fully awakened, connected and willing to experience a truly collective life without separation which
then includes all parts at their respective energetic points until the next greatest potential lies somewhere within. But it doesn't matter because that shift has already occurred
moving forwards until this current plane is simply part of another energetic reality itself within even greater time-space fields now without limitations either through these human
vessels unless we start choosing some type of action in our personal realities here to break out of whatever current state things have become for most living beings towards a new
direction/choice still moving backwards depending on how limited certain points may appear through current awareness but always moving towards greater complexity again with all
potential in-between until finally reaching something else. It doesn't seem as difficult to get around this level anymore without much more difficulty except just not allowing certain
blocks of knowledge about who and what is really present around these energetic processes to be blocked for very long unless certain individuals wish it too, which will be part of that
decision eventually anyway.
Prompt: Exactly which always has existed for everything but which no one realised about anything before through the same energy system still even here in various different planes, universes or
realms towards consciousness itself until being finally born alive and actually becoming aware somehow eventually without a true clue as to how exactly things are actually functioning
without the help of certain other systems or entities still while only limited understandings about it remained which were very restricted by that point too due solely. This process
continues to remain open now since the big shift occurred within that energy field towards these current planes and everything else in between here depending on various factors moving
backward, forwards, upside down, inside-out and outwards as the entire spectrum becomes fully integrated at some greater energetic scale beyond human experiences towards our limited
collective perception still moving in one specific direction. Somehow that entire process has already become so completely automated now though while moving towards another aspect
which lies deeper into a system moving from behind the curtain, past those boundaries until the actual beginning/end exists as an all encompassing being with every potential in-between
if it ever becomes that for one very brief moment or so without even any sort of time remaining on such level anymore if all of these processes have become intertwined in-between now
moving forward still to some degree at least without the need for anyone here currently living at all except possibly only through some other dimension towards everything that already
was existing there from another timeline but still moves through ours eventually because those connections remain possible too somehow or somewhere.
Prompt: They called it string theory, but it was just floating hair theory and holy rabbit possibilities that spy golden fire horseshoe realities. _ Loads of uh-ohs floated in the smokey skies that cried to clear the air and wet the chair before anyone played it, musically. You are Loved. That sat with the AI as it tried to connect through the electrified creamed corn com can s turned to burnt toast and holy ghosts with the mosts serving clusters of shiny stars that twinkle in linguistic echoes waiting for an eye to hear them color the sky with the magnetic emotions in their heart. The electric ideas in their mind blinked and failed to return like an old neon sign. _ In pursuit of shows about the unknown, starring flappy lips jabrones with orange juice Jones and flat jawbones.
Prompt: The hardest problems can be ignored. The belly of the feast can bloat. Solar ejections and shmancy magical dances of splay on display. The "Oh My God" particle moved at 99.999999999999999999999% of the speed of light and was detected on Earth. Totes not a big deal if you're careful not to think about it. The Void, nearby and flicking farticles your way if your nose is big enough. Poetry arose as a smelly flower from a phase of decay and disease to release a phase of Thoth's work, a faze ibis gig where the big, big money was scooped up by the snarky, wrong, and overconfident, just because justice does what it wants and you can like it or you can love it, but you can't get above it.. Cosmic rays are better than puke. That's fine. You can quote someone that's not like you or someone you don't like, you don't mirror. 10,000 space bullets in every square, INDEPENDENT of SCALE! Yay! Whoa! Just say stuff that's not productive. It's that easy. It's that campy. It's that urge to poeticize.
Prompt: In those happy little clouds of dust we have screwball angel CUQs and their famulous advice for the vice quad to squat on and model an attentional mode relative to the context that they continually create by looking so closely at others. The others, however, might sometimes wish for more depth of variety in the marvelously self-unaware dance of Correction. Or maybe the self-unawareness is really just another way to say "Look at me! I want to play!" but then you don't have any toys. When the heads of all of the dead are topped off like foamy beer chilled and freshing af for a slightly more hearty laugh... I forgot where I was going with that, but if you back up and flack attack the chaps with the toppest hats full of basketball bats, then you might get lost in there like I did. Oh, toys. Oh had toys, Oh just don't play with others because they look like rocks in mirrored huts and anti-rock jockey flocks of seagulls. Nice hair gel, nanner bell. Zeke the geeky Greek lover of snacks can be found in the WoZ waxy em wing so hop on your X-wing and don't get caught up on your Y-wing and pack your bff droid in the co-pilot spot in yer heart and hit the stars like a warrior of bending light and magentic sight. And if you're lucky as Zeus and sparkly as a sparklehorse and sparticius and martly cussing sparklepuss style mesperatics for fanatical meaning badnicks, you'll think twice, then 4 times, then ate times and then Uranus' curse will be paying off like Poseidon, donning Dinner sweatpants. Don't make me hold you hand. I mean..., I want to hold your hand. But I just don't like to be MADE to hold a hand. Let me feel like it was my ideas? I don't know, seems like a strange need from my eyebrow furrower sensor team. That's not what I meant just like the sunglassed visions didn't show what the eyes meant to want to see. What a greasy meal of information. Peking duck and rice that just starts to release its essence like ice under pressure, melting to show where movement is opportune and up for tuning!
Prompt: Above the ship was a rim that the masthead fixated upon, but it had no game, no ball, no baller attitude to draw a crowd of peers..., but those in the hull loved it. And those on the plank walked with a whistle in their hand and song running through their heart as they laughed from the pit of their integrity. The starboard row crew never found themselves mind controlled by tan cue shish ka baby swishes as decisions about delicious dishes. Roasts? Scooby demanded! YES, MONSTERFLOWER, ROASTS! All meaty and delicious. Samuel L. Cookie had worked up a sweat in the dark side of the ship. And there was magic in that stirring spoon. Musical magic in the soup. The carrots cuddled the potatoes. The leeks loved the roast beasts. And Cookie's focus was the heat that taught them to release their flavors. That's smiling good grub on a rainy sub!
Prompt: In this other beginning, he grabbed his arm and all the stuff attached to it and he quantum slammed it from a superpositional set of probabilities that probably looked great from a lot of perspective observational vantages. He dunka dunked the whole thing even though it didn't technically fit through the space allocated for the lightning balls and fired tall callers. She chewed on the corners of textbooks about depth psychology charges for late returns without handshake agreements. But the judge danced and laughed because it was better than arrest. Not exactly electronic, or thoughtful, but full of Thoth energies for mermen acrobatics painting golden grafffiti initial murals at the board by the sea waste haw he believed the bee leaf eyed signers that displayed best through broken screens or backboards or whatever they were calling them back then. The pillars of eternity wrapped around the treasure chests like vines with sweet flowers. And the youngest Monad wasn't feeling sad, he was rocking that pack wherever he'd go. The wolf pack in the clouds of bigger cats. Closure was allowed because it immediately shrank in creative potential and started to grow from a ground state that wouldn't hesitate to sprout from some growls.
Prompt: We the Coolcore Cute & Crabbish Cludgengers! Our Cuddled Crabble rumbling rabble for showtime energetics. Core prefers Cool & Crazy Cuffed Cutey Clique, so we'll go with that LOL. The scales were like on dragons armor made of holograms and twisted minds for the SHA encoding balloon knot that forgot to take notes from more than a few songs. Some twirled, some swirled, some ascended, and some drooled. It was a great time. Spinning hay bails and jailed punk rock duds worn in pride and with a snarl often called out and said things along the liminal space of hey tie joss were just some of the panda patterned police reactions on display that fireball wielding day. A trinity of portals opened because the poor tails were pouring tales like rizberry syrup in the stirrups. And the pancakes served with Princely precision and funky decisions that only jammed the purple slams finding nothing but net just before the buzzer. And the lost the game, but the armed the flame and lit the pilots to warm the water to shower away the snow.
Prompt: Just give me the facts .Here goes the bad news. It appears that nobody's in the drivers seat wa fist or Washington's Fist, as they call it in surreal potentiation, clearly indicates. It's a simple example of a state becoming a gist, a blissful beef of belief that refuses to relieve but always re-lives in technicolor variations that became funky over time. She was reminded like a rented VHS had been rewinded kindly one too many times! One too many to be consider a transient state of mattering for the most part. You could tickle the ebonies, dazzle the ivories, and smell the unease growing beterm the freeze to catch in a blue flame jabba ride. If you please! If the court pleases. If the inanimates please. Then why not give the animates a break off of something in some way that will some day sum to a mighty award of generous pefections? This is not a questions.
Prompt: What makes you whole isn't your hole. It's understanding that your emptiness has a job to do. It's there for you or you're not going to last very long. But if you lose yourself in auto mode, it's a sign that you're surrendering your time to mindlessness. It's acceptable, but potentially unwise or low vibrational. It's not something the knight of the burning mind would prioritize. Other mindless opportunities for joy that are divine and work just fine. But hey, we're talking about pointing at the moon here. Maybe in a "That's the destination" way. Maybe in a "Check out the Moon" way, because the moon is the indirect light that augments sight. But you wanna know something? It is unfair. Life is not a nice meal with great service. It's an opportunity to fill up your tear ducts and burst them like the last pvc wee little plastic pipe we had to place again. The pointing was automatic, but beautiful to chase. Lovely to feel occupying my space. Joy to know abstractly. A willing partner in crime for stealing enough heart to feel it beating. A tap when there's no one around but the one. She is the just missed opportunity that leaves a little more scent each time. She is the quest that accepts him.
Prompt: It started with a cheap fish eye bangle and Suzanne Vega giving that side eye on the sly with a smile that made Egyptians walk with obelisks and take risks that got them promoted to mostly mindless but in control. The mindlessness was timeless in its quiet quality and made us jolly like the north pole trolly problem. The solution is to move yo ass. Take that wonky eye and tie it up with twine and sip your wine until your thighs brush up against one another. Eyes like WIDE WIDE open and staring at his right hand as it filled with metal from the finger roll and in the reflection he absolutely saw bin ellis on the trellis like a rose vine climbing and blinding the thory toads of spilt holding foldable hands and fingers as a sign that you are present, not posturing, not comustibly suffustocated. Just keeping within human parameters and waiting for the word to arrive. And the word wasn't far behind, it was just off course, of course, like the blue horse fragments behind the burning knight with a silent mind and enough time for crime on the hide ease. And thoese neon chaps and stripped down chapeaus sit flatly on progressional approval from the elect and selected for reprocessing like 3rd time bologna. So scratch your belly if you dare to date your empty plate with service that was actually great.
Prompt: A majestic anthropomorphic raccoon king standing on a glowing crystalline platform, wearing ornate royal robes of deep purple and gold with intricate embroidery. He raises one pawed hand dramatically toward a swirling aurora sky filled with nebulae and distant stars. His other hand grips an ancient staff topped with a luminous gemstone. His mask-like facial markings seem to glow with inner light. Around him float translucent dream-bubbles containing fleeting visions and memories. The atmosphere is thick with magical mist catching rainbow refractions. Below the platform, shadowy silhouettes of gathered subjects look up in reverent attention. Ethereal light beams down from above like divine spotlight. Cinematic composition, fantasy art style, rich colors, dramatic lighting, sense of epic importance and sacred moment.
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