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<lora:artilands:0.8> <lora:FluxBossBattle:0.9> <lora:dark_fantasy_flux:0.7>I call Anonke. Long journey--passed one pageant. efile. Very Black. Luminous blue man with sword. I ask his guidance. Immediate acquiescence. Turn left through rock door. I notice I have my white<<Qy.>> robes on. Out on to cliff-face as before. Through air. I fall--recover by aid of shepherd or alone.<<Myrtle?>> I am winged. A silver-moss rugged hill. a circular bright temple, domed, sign of crescent. I hesitate for this reason to enter. The guide makes me understand.<<Quite easy--previous prayer?>> Brilliant woman ([...]) in centre. I go to her and kneel.