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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. Throne &c as before. Figure as before but hermaphrodite. Dark crowd below, indistinct foreground. Many suns roll underneath, interstices sapphire An infinite number of Chariots. Right and left spearmen: these blow trumpets. Intense brilliancy and clang--a noise of many waters. Trumpets--singing of angels behind throne--wild music. I kneel, close eyes, return. Attacked by astrals on way back--formless shapes, grinning, hideous, malignant foes.