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Surrealist painting. It was as if I stood at the end of the world, the end of the universe, the end of everything. But far, far out from where I stood, something hovered on a mount of sheerest black - a blackness itself, but edged and tempered with barely perceptible flashes of light. I could not guess at its size, for distance, depth, perspective, were absent here. A single edifice? A group? A city? Or simply a place? Faint and misty sheets drifted slowly between us, twisting, as if long strands of gauze were buoyed by heated air. Now I discerned tiny, ghostly forms moving within that place, like slow motion meteors along the gauzy strands. One of the rushing forms grew larger, and I realized that it was following the twisting way that led toward me. In only a few moments, it took on the proportions of a horseman. As it came on, it assumed a semblance of solidity without losing that ghostly quality which seemed to cling to everything which lay before me. I beheld a naked rider on a hairless horse, both deathly pale, rushing in my direction. The rider brandished a bone-white blade; his eyes and the eyes of the horse both flashed red. I did not really know whether he saw me, whether we existed on the same plane of reality, so unnatural was his mien. His long white hair shed tiny sparkling motes, and when he turned his head I knew that he was coming for me, for then I felt his gaze like a cold pressure across the front of my body. I turned sidewise and raised my blade to guard.<lora:harmony-in-fusion_v20_rank32_bf16:0.4> <lora:impossible_geometry_V1.0:0.4> fntsylghtshwCE_style <lora:FntsyLightShow01_CE_FLUX_AIT:0.4> auralora <lora:aura_v2_beta2:0.4>