Prompt: she sings to the headstones outside the gates of heaven. “Catch my tears and drink them from a goblet of gold—swallow my fear and toast to my greed.” …“I am a human shadow.” Anxiety curls into cuffs of iron, chained to walls of hurt. And as the vision ends, the quiet words echo, “She will never leave.” — Rachel Shuler
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she sings to the headstones outside the gates of heaven. “Catch my tears and drink them from a goblet of gold—swallow my fear and toast to my greed.” …“I am a human shadow.” Anxiety curls into cuffs of iron, chained to walls of hurt. And as the vision ends, the quiet words echo, “She will never leave.”
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Rachel Shuler
Prompt
she sings to the headstones outside the gates of heaven. “Catch my tears and drink them from a goblet of gold—swallow my fear and toast to my greed.” …“I am a human shadow.” Anxiety curls into cuffs of iron, chained to walls of hurt. And as the vision ends, the quiet words echo, “She will never leave.”
she sings to the headstones outside the gates of heaven. “Catch my tears and drink them from a go... [more]
**Model:** OpenArt Creative
**Width:** 640Height: 640
**Scale:** 7Steps: 25
**Sampler:** **Seed:** 1457907588

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