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Gurbetin hüzünle işlenmiş izlerini yansıtan bir manzara.

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Model

Kandinsky 2.2

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

2880 × 5120

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Uncertainty and doubt creep into the slowly darkening night horizon. The friends search each other's faces for answers, and feel the tension creeping into the horizon of this dark forest. The flames still dance in the night air, but the darkness casts its shadows differently now, as if it holds hidden secrets. Tree branches sway as the air whispers mysterious chants. The night sounds become more complex, as if the entire forest is revealing undiscovered secrets. The friends gradually move away
The old house sat alone on the hill, its windows vacant and black, its paint peeling like skin. It was a place of whispers and shadows, a place where the wind played eerie melodies through the broken panes. I had always been drawn to it, a morbid fascination that I couldn't explain.
darkness creeps into the room through the open window
From the room of an old house in the window of someone’s white silhouette in the style of a horror film
The house, having tasted the fear of the living, settled back into its eerie silence, waiting for the next unsuspecting soul to dare enter its haunted domain.
In this suspenseful and horror chapter, the night comes loaded with dark secrets hiding around the Silent House. The calm begins to turn into a silent scream, as fear manifests itself in supernatural phenomena that creep terrifyingly into every corner. Strange sounds begin to appear, whispering screams travel through the air, fade away and then come back again. The lights fluctuate intermittently, as if there is a hidden presence panting behind the curtains. Things turn into a dance of horror l
primer plano Avanza siempre sin cesar Y nunca llega Errante en la oscuridad Buscando restos del amor Que se ha perdido Camina hoy la humanidad Sin saber a dónde va Buscando paz A espaldas de su Dios A pesar de que viejos muros Fueron derribados Hay un mundo lleno de maldad Que al impulso de su propio Vértigo ha caído En esta ciénaga infernal Presa de su propio mal Buscando paz A espaldas de su Dios rayo de fondoarte ciruelo
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black and white fairytrees with veins in dark forest
surrealist, black and white, hight contrast, exagerated proportions, tim burton character, a woman is a fog forest, a woman in front of old wooden window wood house, house with several floor, a woman watch inside house
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