"** it whispered into her mind prompts

4 months ago

A woman sits on the lush green grass of a tranquil field, her confident demeanor radiating through every detail of her appearance. Her black hair is woven with vibrant blue highlights that seem to dance in the gentle breeze, like a work of art that's been crafted by the finest hands. Her hazel eyes are framed by circle glasses that add a touch of whimsy to an already captivating scene. A long, flowing mane of hair cascades down her back, like a river of silk in motion. The wind whispers secrets through her locks as she sits with her legs crossed on the soft grass, like a moment that's been captured at its very best. An oversized white shirt seems to billow behind her like a cloud, adding a touch of elegance to an already stylish scene covering a tight black cropped tank top. A water bottle lies on the ground beside her, like a reminder that even in relaxation, life must go on. She wears headphones, the sound of music seems to be flowing through her mind as she sits under the shade of a large tree, surrounded by the beauty of nature. A partly cloudy day casts a gentle glow over the scene, like a work of art that's been crafted by the finest hands. Every detail of this image feels alive and tangible, like a moment that's been captured at its very best.

2 months ago

Within Within shadows of dark minds I dance and laugh, a whisper just around the corner you can't escape. Born within you and raised by dreams and fears. My words like the priests to the peasants in ages Forgotten like soft moon shadows on a cold night. Don't try to see who I am, grasping me is as easy as seeing without light. When you rest I roam the landscapes of your mind but now my search is not of evil, glory or joy but simply of life.

4 months ago

Within Within shadows of dark minds I dance and laugh, a whisper just around the corner you can't escape. Born within you and raised by dreams and fears. My words like the priests to the peasants in ages Forgotten like soft moon shadows on a cold night. Don't try to see who I am, grasping me is as easy as seeing without light. When you rest I roam the landscapes of your mind but now my search is not of evil, glory or joy but simply of life.

4 months ago

A woman walks alone through a busy suburban town, her figure bathed in the subdued light of an overcast day that seems to cast a somber mood over everything around her. Her face is slim and heart-shaped, with bangs cut straight across her forehead - as she looks down at something off to the side, her head is tilted forward in a way that's both introspective and private. A thin body clad in baggy low-cut t-shirt seems to blend seamlessly into the surrounding environment, but as she moves, the fabric appears to stretch tight over her chest in a way that's just a little too revealing - giving off a sense of subtle sensuality that's hard to ignore. Long black hair falls down her back like a waterfall of night itself, while baggy capri pants seem to envelop her legs in a way that's both relaxed and carefree. A white shirt with short sleeves seems to provide a jarring contrast to the dark tones of the t-shirt and hair - as she walks toward you, the subtle texture of the fabric appears to catch the faint light in a way that's almost mesmerizing. A bag hangs from her shoulder like a weight, giving off a sense of burden or responsibility that seems to weigh heavily on her mind. Sandals seem to be the only thing holding her feet to the ground as she moves - every detail seems to whisper a sense of quiet introspection and contemplation, as if this woman is caught up in some private world of her own creation: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

2 months ago

Within Within shadows of dark minds I dance and laugh, a whisper just around the corner you can't escape. Born within you and raised by dreams and fears. My words like the priests to the peasants in ages Forgotten like soft moon shadows on a cold night. Don't try to see who I am, grasping me is as easy as seeing without light. When you rest I roam the landscapes of your mind but now my search is not of evil, glory or joy but simply of life.