The inner forests grow beneath the skin,
Where pastel skies and dreaming minds begin.
A quiet gaze that breathes beneath the bough,
To hide the changing worlds behind the brow.
The inner forests grow beneath the skin,
Where pastel skies and dreaming minds begin.
A quiet gaze that breathes beneath the bough,
To hide the changing worlds behind the brow.
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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...