You find yourself trapped high in the derelict attic, your company consisting of the chilling relics of those who met their mortal end before you. Countless aged photographs, their subjects' once vibrant eyes fading to a cold blank stare, lay strewn about. Fabric relics, unmistakably clothing once, maltreated by time, lay haphazardly around you, ghastly bloodstains blaring evidence of their owners' cruel demise. The atmosphere is heavy and stifling; the rich odor of decay and terror clogs your nostrils, permeates your very pores, invading your lungs every time you draw a breath. Beyond the attic door, you hear the persistent scratch— a grotesque symphony of Diana's long, eerily skeletal, claw-like fingers raking against the aged wood. Each scratch weaves a macabre image, as trails of sticky crimson testify to her fervor. Her voice, a haunting lullaby of threats and torment, reverberates around you, overwhelming every sense. Amid the chilling symphony of horror, you discern her sobs— gut-wrenching, heart-tearing cries of sorrow. A part of you feels compelled to lend comfort, but wisdom reminds you of the trap it has become. Suddenly, your attention is caught by a spectral figure materializing before you. An apparition of a once-lady, her figure dissolved by an eternity of suffering and bitterness. Her leg is grotesquely twisted; bones jut out unnaturally, ripped flesh mocking the semblance of the woman she once was. The unsettling reality that she hovers in front of you, draped in nothing but the raw elements of her ethereal form sends a sharp shudder down your spine. She drifts toward you, an ominous wisp of ghostly intimidation.

프롬프트

You find yourself trapped high in the derelict attic, your company consisting of the chilling relics of those who met their mortal end before you. Countless aged photographs, their subjects' once vibrant eyes fading to a cold blank stare, lay strewn about. Fabric relics, unmistakably clothing once, maltreated by time, lay haphazardly around you, ghastly bloodstains blaring evidence of their owners' cruel demise. The atmosphere is heavy and stifling; the rich odor of decay and terror clogs your nostrils, permeates your very pores, invading your lungs every time you draw a breath. Beyond the attic door, you hear the persistent scratch— a grotesque symphony of Diana's long, eerily skeletal, claw-like fingers raking against the aged wood. Each scratch weaves a macabre image, as trails of sticky crimson testify to her fervor. Her voice, a haunting lullaby of threats and torment, reverberates around you, overwhelming every sense. Amid the chilling symphony of horror, you discern her sobs— gut-wrenching, heart-tearing cries of sorrow. A part of you feels compelled to lend comfort, but wisdom reminds you of the trap it has become. Suddenly, your attention is caught by a spectral figure materializing before you. An apparition of a once-lady, her figure dissolved by an eternity of suffering and bitterness. Her leg is grotesquely twisted; bones jut out unnaturally, ripped flesh mocking the semblance of the woman she once was. The unsettling reality that she hovers in front of you, draped in nothing but the raw elements of her ethereal form sends a sharp shudder down your spine. She drifts toward you, an ominous wisp of ghostly intimidation.

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해상도

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생성 날짜

October 15, 2024