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There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

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There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

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Photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Landscape Range at sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo standing proudly in the foreground flexing his Kangaroo Muscles, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car revving its powerful engine, parked on the desert plain, drone zoom in and out, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed, sharp focus, cinematic lighting, shot on 50mm lens. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --style raw

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Photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Landscape Range at sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo standing proudly in the foreground flexing his Kangaroo Muscles, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car revving its powerful engine, parked on the desert plain, drone zoom in and out, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed, sharp focus, cinematic lighting, shot on 50mm lens. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --style raw

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There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

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The knight and the wolf advance slowly across the vast snowy mountain. The camera highlights the warrior's face.

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Combining 3 images photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Range early sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo flexing his muscles standing proudly in the foreground, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car parked on the desert plain, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed, sharp focus, cinematic lighting, shot on 50mm lens. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --style raw

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Combining 3 images photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Range early sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo flexing his muscles standing proudly in the foreground, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car parked on the desert plain, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed, sharp focus, cinematic lighting, shot on 50mm lens. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --style raw

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There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

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