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אָכְל֬וּ וַיִּֽשְׁתַּחֲו֨וּ ׀ כׇּֽל־דִּשְׁנֵי־אֶ֗רֶץ לְפָנָ֣יו יִ֭כְרְעוּ כׇּל־יוֹרְדֵ֣י עָפָ֑ר וְ֝נַפְשׁ֗וֹ לֹ֣א חִיָּֽה׃‎

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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אָכְל֬וּ וַיִּֽשְׁתַּחֲו֨וּ ׀ כׇּֽל־דִּשְׁנֵי־אֶ֗רֶץ לְפָנָ֣יו יִ֭כְרְעוּ כׇּל־יוֹרְדֵ֣י עָפָ֑ר וְ֝נַפְשׁ֗וֹ לֹ֣א חִיָּֽה׃‎
On a Lost World by Stephen Fabian
An indeterminate but several hundreds of years after The Jesus Incident the intelligent kelp has been almost totally destroyed, almost all land on Pandora has been submerged, and humanity has divided into two cultures: Islanders and Mermen. Islanders live on floating islands, the smallest of which houses at least 10,000 people, and which like much of Islander technology are living creatures. Islan
יִרְאֵ֤י יְהֹוָ֨ה ׀ הַֽלְל֗וּהוּ כׇּל־זֶ֣רַע יַעֲקֹ֣ב כַּבְּד֑וּהוּ וְג֥וּרוּ מִ֝מֶּ֗נּוּ כׇּל־זֶ֥רַע יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃‎
On a Lost World by Stephen Fabian
Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion
captured in a poor quality close-up photo, a mere fragment of the grand tapestry of this enigmatic realm. Despite the blurred edges and obscured details, the essence of this scene on Terraléa 816 tantalizes the imagination, hinting at hidden wonders just beyond the frame. In the faint shadows and pixelated hues of the photo, one can discern a faint glimmer of a world unlike any other, where the echoes of history and the whispers of the unknown intertwine in a delicate dance.
a heroic fantasy landscape of a wide and deep valley, with winter colors, the branches of the trees caught in crystalline frost, with several islets floating above this enchanting valley, asleep in a winter shroud, lit by the glow of a pale star , swirls of scattered mists
and you live in a world where all is done in Alexandrine or Haiku. This is the world of poetry and it is starting now: Awake, you find yourself in a village so small, Enveloped by the forest, nature's grand sprawl. Peasants surround you, their lives much like your own, But your heart yearns for adventure, seeds of wanderlust sown.
From this valley they say we are going but don't hasten to bid us adieu even though we lost the battle at Jarama we'll set this valley free before we're through.
a heroic fantasy landscape of a wide and deep valley, with winter colors, the branches of the trees caught in crystalline frost, with several islets floating above this enchanting valley, asleep in a winter shroud, lit by the glow of a pale star , swirls of scattered mists
Mountains touch the sky, Seattle whispers my name, Dreams spark in the dawn. Chasing morning light, Doubts linger like shadows cast, Am I ready now? Journey of the heart, Aligning dreams like a dance, Magic starts to flow, In the silence, courage blooms.

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