reducing it to ash FLUX prompts

2 months ago

Her mind was a shattered vessel, its lid pried open to reveal a swirling maelstrom of dark thoughts, a ceaseless current of pain and suffering. Each agonizing beat of her heart echoed the relentless rhythm of a dictatorship that refused to see its own people, to hear their cries, to acknowledge their very existence. This oppressive silence, heavier than any chains, had systematically destroyed her will, reducing it to ash. Life, once a vibrant river, was now a stagnant, poisoned pool, draining her soul with every breath she took. The world, outside and within, was nothing but a dystopian wreck, a testament to forgotten hope and enduring torment.

2 months ago

Her mind was a shattered vessel, its lid pried open to reveal a swirling maelstrom of dark thoughts, a ceaseless current of pain and suffering. Each agonizing beat of her heart echoed the relentless rhythm of a dictatorship that refused to see its own people, to hear their cries, to acknowledge their very existence. This oppressive silence, heavier than any chains, had systematically destroyed her will, reducing it to ash. Life, once a vibrant river, was now a stagnant, poisoned pool, draining her soul with every breath she took. The world, outside and within, was nothing but a dystopian wreck, a testament to forgotten hope and enduring torment.