Nothing Prompts

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes, just for one day And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes for ever and ever What d'you say? I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day We can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be Heroes We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

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Light Dreams of what could be shattered and lost, my head held low while the sound of my own footsteps bring me closer to oblivion. Like an angel fallen from the heavenly gardens, nothing matters anymore but memories. An empty shell of a man that failed it all, nothing is what I am. Never did I dream of fame and fortune, never did I raise my voice to challenge ideas of evil minds. Smiling as my soul twists in pain, nothing true to offer but love, that once was broken. You came; with a smile darkness turns into light. Nothing to offer you, but still you loved me. Into your heart you took me, made me feel special, when I couldn't stand my own reflection. You loved me, the man that failed it all. In a world of corrupted thoughts, twisted intentions and false feelings you are the light of my life.

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A striking woman stands alone in a worn wooden railing of an old town outdoor cafe covered by an awning - the soft light of an overcast day seems to diffuse the color around her, giving off a sense of muted tones and subtle nuances creating a slight silhouette around her. Wearing a white denim jacket with no shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms, she leans against the railing in a way that's both relaxed and carefree - as she looks away from you, her head is turned at an angle, giving off a sense of quiet contemplation. Black denim shorts seem to cling to her hips in a way that's both sensual and intimate, while shoulder-length light-brunette hair frames a face that's both delicate and fragile. Light blue eyes seem to gleam with a quiet intensity, as if they're holding a secret that only this woman knows - as she stands there, lost in thought, the world around her seems to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of you, locked in a moment of perfect understanding. Behind her, rain pours down on the street like a thousand tiny fingers - the sound is muted and distant, barely audible over the hum of the cafe itself. 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.

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

A woman stands alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the subtle nuances of muted sunlight filtering through a nearby window - as the light casts shadows across her body, she seems to be bathed in an air of quiet mystery and intrigue. Wearing a loose tunic top with a muted color pattern, the neckline is open to her waist giving off a sense of delicate sensuality - long brunette hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night itself, with bangs pushed to one side adding a touch of subtle nuance to her overall look. Dangling silver earrings seem to swing gently from her ears, while multiple long necklaces add a touch of carefree abandon to her figure - as she stands there, the light around her seems to fade away, leaving nothing but a soft and muted glow that's barely perceptible. Light sapphire eyes seem to gleam with a quiet intensity, as if they're holding a secret that only this woman knows - every detail appears to whisper a sense of quiet contemplation and introspection: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

t: Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

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Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

Numb Misery comes with agony On thrones of bone we sit high Blood feeds our greed Nothing sacred, nothing beyond our reach Death cheated, God forgotten In a time of evil We rule

Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come Watching the ships roll in And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the 'Frisco bay I've had nothing to live for Look like nothin's gonna come my way So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time Look like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same, yes Sittin' here resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's two thousand miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time

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Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

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A woman stands alone in a quiet moment of introspection - lost in thought, her eyes seem to gaze upwards and to the side as if searching for some hidden truth or secret that only she can see. Long wavy ash-white hair frames her face like a halo of light itself, while light lipstick and makeup adorn her features in a way that's both delicate and sensual - every detail seems to whisper a sense of quiet contemplation and introspection: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again. As she stands there, arms leaning on a table in a way that's both relaxed and carefree, both hands are brought together under her chin in a gesture that's both intimate and revealing - as if this woman is caught up in some inner struggle or dilemma that refuses to be resolved. Her chest is bare, yet her arms seem to envelop it protectively, giving off a sense of vulnerability and exposure that's hard to ignore - every detail appears to whisper a sense of quiet nuance and subtlety: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

# “The Last Passenger” *A True Horror Story for “Hush… Someone’s Here”* [Rain sounds softly in background] **Narrator:** This happened to me two winters ago, and even now… I still avoid driving at night. At the time, I was working as a ride-share driver in a small town surrounded by forests and empty highways. Most nights were normal — drunk passengers, tired workers, college students trying to get home. But one night changed everything. It was around 1:40 AM during a heavy storm. The streets were almost empty, and I had already decided I’d take one last ride before going home. That’s when I got a pickup request. The location immediately felt strange. It was coming from an old road outside town called Merrow Lane. Almost nobody lived there anymore because most of the houses had been abandoned years ago after a fire destroyed part of the neighborhood. I almost declined the request. But the pay was high. So I accepted. The drive there felt wrong from the beginning. The rain became heavier the closer I got. My headlights barely cut through the fog, and my GPS kept glitching like it couldn’t properly load the road. Then suddenly… the GPS voice stopped completely. No directions. No sound. Nothing. Just static. I remember gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drove deeper into the woods. Finally, I reached the pickup point. An old bus stop stood near the trees. No lights. No houses nearby. Just darkness. And someone sitting on the bench. A woman. She wore a long gray coat, and her dark hair covered most of her face. She looked completely still… almost frozen. I checked the app. Passenger name: “Mara.” I rolled down the window slightly. “Uh… Mara?” Slowly, she stood up. Something about the way she moved made my stomach tighten. Her movements looked stiff… unnatural. Then she opened the back door and got inside my car without saying a word. The moment she sat down… the temperature inside the car dropped. I’m serious. My windows fogged instantly. I laughed nervously and adjusted the heater. “Rough night, huh?” No response. I looked at her through the rearview mirror. She was staring down at the floor. Completely silent. I asked for the destination. Still nothing. Then my phone dinged. The destination had updated automatically. I didn’t touch anything. Neither did she. The new destination was thirty minutes away. An area called Blackwater Road. I had heard of it before. Locals avoided it because of stories about disappearances and accidents happening there late at night. I almost ended the ride right there. But something stopped me. Maybe pride. Maybe curiosity. So I started driving. For the first ten minutes, nobody spoke. Only rain hitting the windshield. Then quietly… I heard her whisper something. At first, I thought she was talking on the phone. But then she whispered again. “He still looks for me.” I looked in the mirror. “Sorry?” Her head slowly tilted upward. That’s when I noticed her face for the first time. Her skin looked unnaturally pale. And her eyes… They looked swollen black, like she hadn’t slept in years. “He waits on this road,” she whispered. I forced a laugh. “Who does?” But she didn’t answer. Instead, she looked toward the window. Then suddenly… my headlights caught a figure standing on the side of the road. Tall. Motionless. Wearing dark clothing. I jumped slightly. As we passed him, I glanced in the mirror. The figure was gone. I immediately looked back at the passenger. She was smiling now. Not normal smiling. Too wide. Too still. That’s when fear finally started creeping in. I grabbed my phone to end the ride early. No signal. Not even one bar. Then the radio turned on by itself. Static blasted through the speakers. I quickly reached to turn it off— But beneath the static… someone was speaking. A man’s voice. Low and distorted. “…found you…” I froze. The woman in the backseat started breathing harder. “He’s close,” she whispered. Then suddenly— BANG. Something slammed against the roof of my car. I swerved violently. The woman screamed. I hit the brakes hard in the middle of the road. For a moment, everything went silent. Rain. Darkness. My heart pounding. Then slowly… I looked upward through the windshield. There was someone standing on top of my car. Bent over unnaturally. Staring directly at me through the glass. Its face looked twisted. Long arms pressed against the roof. And its eyes… completely white. I screamed and slammed the gas pedal. The thing rolled off the roof as the car sped forward. The woman in the back began crying hysterically. “You weren’t supposed to stop,” she kept repeating. “You weren’t supposed to stop…” I drove faster than I ever have in my life. Finally, after several minutes, I saw lights from a gas station ahead. The moment we entered the parking lot… everything suddenly felt normal again. The radio stopped. The fog cleared. My phone regained signal. Breathing heavily, I turned around to the backseat. The woman was gone. The door was still locked. Nobody could’ve gotten out. I searched everywhere around the station. Nothing. Completely shaken, I went inside and told the cashier what happened. The man behind the counter went pale when I mentioned Blackwater Road. Then he asked me something I’ll never forget. “Did she have a gray coat?” I nodded slowly. The cashier stared at me silently for a few seconds before whispering: “That woman died on that road six years ago.” I felt sick instantly. He explained that late one stormy night, a woman named Mara disappeared after her car broke down near the woods. A week later… they found her body beside the highway. People claimed her spirit still appeared to drivers during storms. But that wasn’t the worst part. The cashier leaned closer and lowered his voice. “They never found the man who killed her.” [Long pause] I quit driving nights after that. But sometimes… when it rains hard enough… my ride-share app still glitches at exactly 1:40 AM. And every single time… a request appears from Merrow Lane. Passenger name: “Mara.”

Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI A Numb Misery comes with agony On thrones of bone we sit high Blood feeds our greed Nothing sacred, nothing beyond our reach Death cheated, God forgotten In a time of evil We rule

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"ai_skin_uniformity", "cosmetic_color_layers", "lip_colorization", "powder_residue"], "on_fail": "no_go" }, "allowed_operations": { "technical_only": [ "compression_artifact_recovery", "banding_reduction_without_texture_loss", "bit_depth_recovery", "signal_redistribution_without_texture_or_geometry_rewrite", "restore_biological_light_response_only", "restore_micro_temporal_presence_only" ] }, "forbidden_operations": [ "embellecimiento", "skin_smoothing", "dodge_burn_cosmetic", "facial_ esculpido", "geometry_change", "detail_invention", "ai_generated_pores", "ai_generated_hair", "frequency_synthesis", "makeup_application", "lip_enhancement", "skin_biological_system": { "Referencia": "original_source_only", "imperfecciones": "preserve_all", "anti_plastic_policy": { "método": "restore_existing_micro_variation_latency_and_depth_only", "texture_creation": "prohibido" }, "humanity_boost": { "habilitado": cierto, "cantidad": "plus_30_percent", "método": "perceptual_biological_signal_revelation_only" } }, "hair_system": { "identidad": "locked_from_source", "permitido": [ "compression_detail_recovery_only", "neutralize_artificial_specular_response_only" ], "prohibido": [ "new_strand_creation", "density_change", "volume_change", "shape_change" ], "on_violation": "abort_pipeline" }, "eye_system": { "permitido": [ "remove_digital_clipping_highlights_only" ], "candados": ["forma", "tamaño", "color"], "on_violation": "abort_pipeline" }, "lip_system": { "política": "bare_lips_only", "permitido": [], "candados": ["forma", "volumen", "textura", "color"], "on_violation": "abort_pipeline" }, "extreme_zoom_validation": { "niveles": ["100_percent", "200_percent", "400_percent", "600_percent"], "forbidden_artifacts": [ "pattern_repetition", "wax_skin", "edge_halos", "synthetic_hair_strips", "frequency_band_tearing" ], "on_fail": "no_go" }, "video_higghfields_readiness": { "identity_lock_per_frame": cierto, "fx_allowed_outside_identity_layer": cierto, "prohibido": [ "skin_flicker", "contrast_based_geometry_shift", "temporal_identity_drift" ], "on_fail": "abort_pipeline" }, "branding_policy": { "external_watermarks": "remove_only_if_identity_not_affected_else_no_go", "studio_brand": { "texto": "ESTUDIO FOTOGRAFIA MARRLONN", "posición": "bottom_right", "font_style": "professional_minimal", "font_size": "12_to_14", "overlay_only": cierto }, "execution_flow": [ "input_gate", "source_policy_validation", "absolute_identity_lock", "makeup_detection_and_removal", "image_zero_validation", "technical_signal_recovery", "skin_biological_system", "hair_system", "eye_system", "lip_system", "extreme_zoom_validation", "video_higghfields_readiness", "branding_policy", "final_output" ], "final_output": { "estado": "IMAGE_ZERO_ABSOLUTE_DIVINE_ULTRA_HUMANITY_PLUS_30_ZERO_MAKEUP", "ready_for": [ "professional_stills", "real_video", "heavy_fx", "extreme_zoom_600_percent_higghfields", "puntuación": "9,5/10", "validación": "GO_DIVINE_ULTRA_MAX" } }

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

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