A room of stone and shadowed grace,
Where shifting time has left its trace,
A dancer defies the heavy ground,
As silent chords of stone resound.
Above the fractured, drifting keys,
Beneath the moonlit, frozen breeze,
She spins a tale of ancient lore,
Upon the checkered, haunted floor.
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Prompts
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...