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Their dreams are our nightmares
Freddy Krueger in Elm street [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
[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.
[MAGANZINE COVER #3: Terror Tales May Issue: the evil dead under the bed] You cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows. Hydrogenesis, 1979 in Heavy Metal Magazine Vol. 2, #10 by Philippe Caza
There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
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
[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
Morticia Addams glided by his side with graceful elegance. For unlike her family's usual severe aesthetics, today Morticia had chosen to clad herself in the whimsical styles of Christian Dior. She wore an ankle-length dress of silk chiffon in a muted watercolor print of lavenders, sea blues, and shadowed greys. The slim skirt and fitted bodice draped lovingly over her lithe figure. A halter neckline gently displayed her alabaster shoulders. A wide-brimmed hat of the same printed silk shaded her
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
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
There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
a figure emerges from the mists, cloaked in divine radiance. She is the Goddess of Vaccination, her presence a beacon of protection and healing in a world plagued by uncertainty and fear. Her form shimmers with an otherworldly light, her gaze steady and compassionate, as she bestows her blessings upon those in need.
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