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    photo of a tiny, anthropomorphic ice cream cone creature with a face full of fear and scream. Above it there is a speech bubbule that say "Don't lick me!". The ice cream cone, with its eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. The creature has a small hat and is about to be eaten by a large spoon, creating a sense of impending doom. The background is pastel-colored and has a vintage feel to it, giving the scene a playful and nostalgic touch.
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    The frame fills with a horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted by the corrupting touch of the Cthulhu mythos. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The air seems to carry the faint stench of salt and decay, a visceral reminder of the deep sea horrors that have seeped into this once-human form. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering should be hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    A horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering is hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    A haunting, surreal composition of anguished faces emerging from a shadowy void. The image features five spectral, weathered visages, their mouths open in silent screams or despair, evoking an atmosphere of torment and existential dread. The background is dark and textured, blending seamlessly into the ethereal forms, giving the impression that they are trapped in an otherworldly realm. The lighting is muted, casting eerie highlights across the faces, emphasizing their pain and emotional depth. The overall tone is foreboding and introspective, a chilling exploration of inner turmoil and human suffering.
    I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos, your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare I build my own world to escape In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me.
    I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos, your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare I build my own world to escape In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me.
    On a storm-tossed, pitch-black ocean under a sky filled with swirling thunderclouds, a ghostly pirate ship sails, its sails tattered and glowing faintly with an ominous green light. The ship’s hull is covered in barnacles and bones, with twisted, gnarled wood that looks almost alive. Ghostly skeletons, some in decayed pirate attire, stand on deck, their empty eye sockets glowing a malevolent red. Waves crash violently against the ship, splashing eerie phosphorescent water. A massive, skeletal sea serpent coils around the ship, its jaws open in a silent, eternal scream. Every detail—from the pirate skeletons to the terrifying serpent—conveys the ominous and cursed nature of this spectral vessel, ((oil painting style))
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    A horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted by the corrupting touch of the Cthulhu mythos. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering is hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    A horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread. The rendering is hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay.
    photo of a tiny, anthropomorphic ice cream cone creature with a face full of fear and scream. with its eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. The creature has a small hat and is about to be eaten by a large spoon, creating a sense of impending doom. The background is pastel-colored and has a vintage feel to it, giving the scene a playful and nostalgic touch.
    The frame fills with a horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted by the corrupting touch of the Cthulhu mythos. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The air seems to carry the faint stench of salt and decay, a visceral reminder of the deep sea horrors that have seeped into this once-human form. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering should be hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    A haunting, surreal composition of anguished faces emerging from a shadowy void. The image features five spectral, weathered visages, their mouths open in silent screams or despair, evoking an atmosphere of torment and existential dread. The background is dark and textured, blending seamlessly into the ethereal forms, giving the impression that they are trapped in an otherworldly realm. The lighting is muted, casting eerie highlights across the faces, emphasizing their pain and emotional depth. The overall tone is foreboding and introspective, a chilling exploration of inner turmoil and human suffering.
    man holding his head in agony, man stands before wall, silent scream,eerie , haunted by demons, grinning monsters with long fangs emerging from a wall behind the man
    man holding his head in agony, man stands before wall, silent scream,eerie , haunted by demons, grinning monsters with long fangs emerging from a wall behind the man
    A horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread. The rendering is hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    man holding his head in agony, man stands before wall, silent scream,eerie , haunted by demons, grinning monsters with long fangs emerging from a wall behind the man
    A horrifying close-up of a human face, its features warped and distorted by the corrupting touch of the Cthulhu mythos. The skin, once familiar, is now a canvas of decay, mottled with sickly hues and riddled with unnatural textures. Patches of scales or barnacle-like growths hint at a horrifying transformation. The eyes, wide and staring, reflect a maddening abyss, mirroring the cosmic horrors they have witnessed. A trickle of viscous, ichorous fluid oozes from a corner of the mouth, which hangs slightly agape in a silent scream. The lighting is harsh and unforgiving, highlighting every grotesque detail, every twisted pore. This is a portrait of a soul lost to the encroaching madness of the Old Gods, a visceral representation of the physical and psychological toll of encountering the unfathomable. The style evokes the unsettling, distorted portraits of Francis Bacon, combined with the grotesque, anatomical detail of a medical illustration. The desired emotion is a profound sense of revulsion and dread, a glimpse into the terrifying consequences of delving too deep into the forbidden knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos. The rendering is hyperrealistic, focusing on texture and the subtle nuances of decay to create a truly disturbing and unforgettable image.
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

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