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[Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1939 B colour series movie] The Wizard of Oz's iconic scene

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[Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1939 B colour series movie] The Wizard of Oz's iconic scene
[Renaissance, a Sir] 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.
[high res photo by Russ Meyer] Snow White and the Seven Dwarves have unusual dreams with giant cucumbers
Through the thick woods you stride, their splendor profound, Senses awash with grandeur, emotions tightly wound. Leaving home and loved ones, a painful farewell, But vengeance ignites within, a tale to tell. Determined you stand, seeking justice for your guide, Embarking on a journey where fate will decide. Thrills course through your veins, uncertainty in the air, A mix of emotions, a blend beyond compare.
Dorothy in Oz kissing the Tin Man on the yellow brick road
Elphaba is a graceful witch, in her agent provocateur and her high boots, her green skin plays with flames
The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know
The hobbit's eyes grew wide as celestial stars. "Welcome, sir!" cried he, still grinning. "What brings you to this humble inn?" The elf smiled, soft as a breeze through young leaves. "I come in search of the finest brew in all the Shire. Might your skilled hands work their magic for me?" "It would be my honor indeed!" said the hobbit, and set to his task with more mirth than ever. He selected beans plump with sun, grinding and tamping with special care. Two perfect shots were pulled, and steamed
[The Demon Project 048: from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] a scene where sinister demons roam a dark, otherworldly landscape, their twisted forms blending seamlessly with the eerie environment. The demons, born from the depths of imagination and brought to life through digital artistry, exude a malevolent energy that sends shivers down your spine. The intricate details and haunting atmosphere evoke a sense of dread and fascination, drawing you into a realm where the boundary between reality and nightm
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
[high res photo] creature from the depths of the dark forest, a shadowy being with tentacles for arms and eyes that glow in the night. This monster wears socks in knitwear, with a pattern resembling ancient runes. The socks pulsate with an eerie energy, matching the creature's otherworldly presence.
A winter sky loomed over the castle as the wooden giant closed in, each step crunching through snow and ice. The villagers huddled below, trembling in the chill of the cellars, clutching amulets, murmuring to gods who felt distant and silent. On the frozen bridge, the druid stood alone, breath misting as he raised his staff. His hawk shrieked above, circling. Roots cracked through the ice, grasping the giant’s limbs as magic pulsed through the cold air. Snow and splinters flew, and the villager
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