she's crying Kling prompts

the girl lowers her head, kneels down and asks for mercy with her hands clasped, crying

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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 woman cries, tears fall slowly down her face

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A chubby cat with exaggeratedly droopy eyes, furrowed brows, and a deep frown, giving off an over-the-top sad expression, almost like it's crying inside. Ears slightly downturned, mouth curved into a tragic pout. Its body is limp and slouched, paws dangling helplessly, tail dragging behind like it’s lost all hope. The overall vibe in the funniest, most melodramatic way possible. cat sittng on chair looking around in sad and lonely , he's lonely and sad , wide angle, subtle camera zoom out

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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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2 cats are sad and crying like a baby

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Cat is crying, huge tears roll down

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Cute cat having pregnancy pain and crying loudly with mouth wide

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A chubby cat with exaggeratedly droopy eyes, furrowed brows, and a deep frown, giving off an over-the-top sad expression, almost like it's crying inside. Ears slightly downturned, mouth curved into a tragic pout. Its body is limp and slouched, paws dangling helplessly, tail dragging behind like it’s lost all hope. The overall vibe in the funniest, most melodramatic way possible. cat sitting on a concrete wall near a home, wide angle, subtle camera zoom out

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Mother puts born baby in basket and let it flow while crying

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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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With a concentrated look on her face she looks to the right and to the left, then she looks straight ahead and cries out in great pain, her green tentacles moving upwards in response to her pain.

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Born baby while crying flow in river sitting in a basket, camera follows baby

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Baby crying on highway road

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A chubby cat with exaggeratedly droopy eyes, furrowed brows, and a deep frown, giving off an over-the-top sad expression, almost like it's crying inside. Ears slightly downturned, mouth curved into a tragic pout. Its body is limp and slouched, paws dangling helplessly, tail dragging behind like it’s lost all hope. The overall vibe in the funniest, most melodramatic way possible. cat sitting on top of slide, slides down , wide angle, subtle camera zoom out

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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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