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The lord of the Hell on the right, looking at the camera. A landscape with his castle on a hill in the background.

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

4 months ago

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[medieval, a woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
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