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Chapter 13: Prayers and Pawns, Part 1
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Dreamshaper XL Lightning
Sister Helena opened the door to her quarters. It was a spacious room, compared to the small cell she was used to living in in the monastery. Sister Helena had added some temporary things to remind her of the monastery. She had moved a small end table in the center of the room on which she hit placed some linens, a crucifix and a couple of candles. This was their prayer space. Sister Helena took off her jacket, revealing a black T-shirt underneath, and sat on her bed. Her calm facade melted away as tears began to well up as the evening’s events weighed upon her. She clasped her hands and after making the Sign of the Cross, she bowed her head and prayed.
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Natalie Dormer in Fetal Position, Tears Flowing
A somber and emotional portrait of a woman in distress, overcome with sorrow and grief, her tears falling freely as she lays in a military quarters, surrounded by the confines of an underground base.
Creato da Troxley il Nov 29, 2024 utilizzando il modello di generatore di immagini AI Dreamshaper XL Lightning.
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ArtMew94 @ArtMew94
This is wonderful Troxley.
2024-12-05T02:58:07.847ZReply
Perfect illustration to a moving piece. Excellent work.
BTW, I notice you ommitted the link to the collection in the description and don't think these are added to that collection?
That is just so emotional and sad. You know Troxley it brought a tear to my eye. I had to read it twice. Thank you mate.
Artist
“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord,” Sr. Helena sobbed.
Author's Note: Lines in Italics from The Ballad of the White Horse by G. K. Chesterton, Book I, lines 231-234, 254-261
Artist
The men of the East may spell the stars/,
And times and triumphs mark/,
But the men signed of the cross of Christ/
Go gaily in the dark. . .
..I tell you naught for your comfort,/
Yea, naught for your desire,/
Save that the sky grows darker yet/
And the sea rises higher.
Night shall be thrice night over you,/
And heaven an iron cope./
Do you have joy without a cause,/
Yea, faith without a hope?
Sister Helena wished that Sister Marie Evangeline could be with her here, but she knew she had a mission to undertake. And Sister Marie Evangeline reminded Sister Helena that they would always be together. She reminded her dear friend of the words of Saint Elizabeth of the Trinity who had told her close friend Francoise de Sourden: to keep a spiritual rendezvous in their heart and they would be together in spirit. But it was not the same seeing without seeing Sister Marie Evangeline in person. She had come to love her as a mother.
Artist
Tears fell down her face; her body shook with silent sobs. She buried her hands in her face trying to stifle her crying. “I beg of you, Lord, to heal the wounds I have inflicted. Give me wisdom to navigate this path and the courage to forgive those I have hurt. What have I done to deserve Colonel Larkin's anger and coldness?”
She laid down her bed in the fetal position, her body shook as she cried. “Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord.” She repeated the words like a mantra. She tried to find solace in the lines of Chesterton's epic poem but all she found in her memory was:
Artist
“Oh, Lord, I come before you, my heart burdened with pain. I'm sorry for the pain I've caused, especially upon Colonel Larkin, whom I've just met. Grant me the strength to atone for my sins, and to seek the forgiveness of those I have wronged. Lord, is Colonel Larkin remain related to the Major Larkin I killed when I was with the Rogue NID? Tell me Lord, that I might make amends.”
Sister Helena choked back a sob, gripping her hands tightly. She wished she had the stone with her, but she had surrendered it to General Carter. “I know I can't erase my past, but I pray for the opportunity to make amends. Guide me on the right path and to be a beacon of Your love despite my shortcomings.”
Impostazioni Creazione
- Prompt testuali
- Natalie Dormer with short hair, Green military pants and a black t shirt laying down on her bed in the fetal position in VIP quarters in a underground military base, crying and sobbing, tears falling down her cheeks, full of sorrowWeight: 1
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- Risoluzione iniziale
Medium
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3:4
- Tempo di esecuzione
Short
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50%
