Forever in the faceof the blackened night Prompts

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

until I am dead and buried deep within a cemetery I will fight never wary I wanna be legendary, brutal epic composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), dramatic, gloomy, high quality, unforgettable, emotional depth, absurdres

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Craft an Old Master painting Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Towers refuse to bid farewell the last hand in the first ending, teasing red skies that let shadows black hang down as if they were leafs of sin.

"Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind."

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk to you again, heart-wrenching composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), (dramatic, gloomy, emotionally profound:1.1), intense and brooding dark tones, exceptionally high quality, high-resolution, leaving an indelible and haunting impression on psyche, unforgettable, masterpiece

In the realm of shadows, where legends reside We fight the darkness, with strength and pride For even in death, a new dawn may rise Beyond the veil, to eternal skies

Though the shadows lengthen, and fear takes hold A warrior's spirit, forever bold We face the unknown, with hearts ablaze Through the darkest night, we find our ways

: ("Dark Minds, Deep Wells":1.4), I dwell in the echo of minds that never stopped screaming // shadow blooms in my chest like cold flame // there is no direction here, only the soft pressure of regret // eyes do not see—they dissolve masterpiece, shadowcore surrealism, nonlinear face logic, flux-optimized dread sculpt, asymmetric posture, dream bleed

Disembodied spirits near pervading through my soul I fear stealing my freewill controlling all my through now i don't know and i lay me down in a bed of dirty snow don't ya ya linger now i won't get down on my knees to pray i don't need to regret for my grave

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

: ("Dark Minds, Deep Wells":1.4), I dwell in the echo of minds that never stopped screaming // shadow blooms in my chest like cold flame // there is no direction here, only the soft pressure of regret // eyes do not see—they dissolve masterpiece, shadowcore surrealism, nonlinear face logic, flux-optimized dread sculpt, asymmetric posture, dream bleed

(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe

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What does my soul want now? The land of the perpetual night party. Day swallowing night and night swallowing day. Keep your eyes open. Nothing is as it seems. oil on canvas beautiful ultra detailed crisp quality no text dark Dark Fantasy Gothic Frank Frazetta Pino Daeni Gerald Brom no frame Catrin Welz-Stein Figurative Art Endre Penovac Horror, macabre, sinister, occult. Clark Ashton Smith

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk to you again, heart-wrenching composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), dramatic, gloomy, emotionally profound, intense and brooding dark tones, exceptionally high quality, high-resolution, leaving an indelible and haunting impression on psyche, unforgettable, masterpiece

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene