Behind the glass where colors bleed,
A quiet soul is gently freed.
Through fractured prisms, red and bright,
She drifts in waves of flowing light.
The world splits open, soft and deep,
A dream caught halfway into sleep.
A face of peace, a world of grace,
Lost inside this sacred space.
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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...