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AI artwork generated with Epic Mix - V4 (V9)
Avatar image of inevavae 🍎🐍
Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you Yes, I love you Oh, how I love you Gazing at people Some hand in hand Just what I'm going through They can't understand Some try to tell me Thoughts they cannot defend Just what you want to be You will be in the end And I love you Yes, I love you Oh, how I love you Oh, how I love you, girl, cute, detailchi
inevavae 🍎🐍
AI artwork generated with Epic Mix - V4 (V9)
Avatar image of inevavae 🍎🐍
Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you Yes, I love you Oh, how I love you Gazing at people Some hand in hand Just what I'm going through They can't understand Some try to tell me Thoughts they cannot defend Just what you want to be You will be in the end And I love you Yes, I love you Oh, how I love you Oh, how I love you, girl, cute, detailchi
inevavae 🍎🐍
AI artwork generated with Epic Mix - V4 (V9)
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
It was a day like many others, gray and full of silence. I found a little bird, fragile as dreams in a cruel world. I took him with me, with the hope that he will reserve what he fears losing. The little bird, simple and defenseless, became fond of me, and I fed it with care, communicating with it as one communicates with the wind, whispering secrets. The windows were always open, like a promise of freedom, so that it could leave if it had wanted. One day, I found some seeds I had never seen before, seeds that seemed to come from another reality. I gave them to him, and he ate them voraciously, as if he were nourishing not only his body, but also his soul. Suddenly, he changed. First it became black, like a starless night, with a fuchsia ethnic design under the wings, a reminder of distant lands. Then he returned to normal size, like a crow, with a black head, a gray body and a black and yellow tail, a creature of contrasts. He always Chirped, his song a perpetual farewell. Finally, he took advantage of the open window and flew away, joining the other birds, seeking his destiny in the vast sky. My father and I, watching, were moved but very happy, aware that true freedom is letting go., saturated color palette, SotnStyle, AUTUMNBIRD, lineart, simplistic, minimalistic, nPar Farm Girl
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with Epic Mix - V4 (V9)
Avatar image of Honey White
In the dimly lit old theater, the air was thick with the smell of aged wood and musty velvet. The seats were empty, except for one lone figure sitting in the shadows. Her name was Hannya, a beautiful young woman with a haunting air about her. Hannya was transfixed by the scene playing out on the stage before her. It was a moment of intimacy between two figures, one a woman with the grace and beauty of a goddess, the other a deer with eyes full of fear and longing. Hannya’s heart ached as she watched, feeling a strange sense of connection to the deer. As the scene unfolded, a sudden flash of light illuminated the stage, revealing the woman as Diana, the goddess of the hunt. Hannya’s breath caught in her throat as she realized the truth of what she was witnessing. She had stumbled upon a sacred moment, a glimpse into the mystical world of gods and beasts. But as quickly as the light had come, it faded, plunging the theater back into darkness. Hannya felt a surge of panic grip her heart as she heard the sound of dogs barking in the distance. And then, in a flash of silver moonlight, the transformation began. Hannya’s body contorted and twisted, her skin rippling and shifting until she stood before the stage as a deer, her eyes wide with terror. And then, with a sudden rush of movement, her own dogs leaped from the shadows, their jaws snapping and teeth gleaming in the darkness. In that moment, Hannya knew the truth of her fate. She had been too bold, too curious, in seeking out the gods. And now, she would pay the ultimate price for her audacity. As the dogs closed in, their growls echoing through the theater, Hannya closed her eyes and let out a silent scream of anguish. And then, in a flurry of fur and teeth, the deed was done. The old theater fell silent once more, the stage empty save for a lone deer lying motionless on the boards. And as the moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a cold glow over the scene, a single tear fell from Hannya’s lifeless eye. For in that moment, she had become a symbol of the dangers of curiosity, a cautionary tale for all who dared to trespass into the realm of the gods. And her tragic fate would forever haunt the old theater, a mystery shrouded in darkness and despair., Milo, Manara, Comic, Fumetti, Drawing, Disegno, Dibujo, Arte, d, e, by Bruno Ferreira, jmfenner, painting, background, VascularTech, inner glow, bones, scifi, style of Amanda Clark, frazetta, VHS art, Dark Fantasy, Sci Fi, 70s Art, HK scenery, 2d, black shadows, contrasting shadows, dark palette, particles, bluer
Honey White
AI artwork generated with Epic Mix - V4 (V9)
Avatar image of Honey White
In the dimly lit old theater, the air was thick with the smell of aged wood and musty velvet. The seats were empty, except for one lone figure sitting in the shadows. Her name was Hannya, a beautiful young woman with a haunting air about her. Hannya was transfixed by the scene playing out on the stage before her. It was a moment of intimacy between two figures, one a woman with the grace and beauty of a goddess, the other a deer with eyes full of fear and longing. Hannya’s heart ached as she watched, feeling a strange sense of connection to the deer. As the scene unfolded, a sudden flash of light illuminated the stage, revealing the woman as Diana, the goddess of the hunt. Hannya’s breath caught in her throat as she realized the truth of what she was witnessing. She had stumbled upon a sacred moment, a glimpse into the mystical world of gods and beasts. But as quickly as the light had come, it faded, plunging the theater back into darkness. Hannya felt a surge of panic grip her heart as she heard the sound of dogs barking in the distance. And then, in a flash of silver moonlight, the transformation began. Hannya’s body contorted and twisted, her skin rippling and shifting until she stood before the stage as a deer, her eyes wide with terror. And then, with a sudden rush of movement, her own dogs leaped from the shadows, their jaws snapping and teeth gleaming in the darkness. In that moment, Hannya knew the truth of her fate. She had been too bold, too curious, in seeking out the gods. And now, she would pay the ultimate price for her audacity. As the dogs closed in, their growls echoing through the theater, Hannya closed her eyes and let out a silent scream of anguish. And then, in a flurry of fur and teeth, the deed was done. The old theater fell silent once more, the stage empty save for a lone deer lying motionless on the boards. And as the moonlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a cold glow over the scene, a single tear fell from Hannya’s lifeless eye. For in that moment, she had become a symbol of the dangers of curiosity, a cautionary tale for all who dared to trespass into the realm of the gods. And her tragic fate would forever haunt the old theater, a mystery shrouded in darkness and despair., Milo, Manara, Comic, Fumetti, Drawing, Disegno, Dibujo, Arte, d, e, by Bruno Ferreira, jmfenner, painting, background, VascularTech, inner glow, bones, scifi, style of Amanda Clark, VHS art, Dark Fantasy, Sci Fi, 70s Art, HK scenery, 2d, black shadows, contrasting shadows, dark palette, particles, bluer, frazetta
Honey White
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