score_9, score_8up, score_7up, a beautiful sleeping goddess of life, surrounded by a garden of rot, Each flower grows through fetid soil, Each cure becomes another spoil, When sorrow pours from tainted boils, I nurse their wounds with patient toil, Perhaps there's truth in rot and bloom, Perhaps there's life within this tomb, Perhaps love's neither wrong nor right, When healing's all that gives me light, Remember me, my children fair, When spring once danced upon the air, My tears still whisper healing's song, To guide you when your hope's gone wrong, In death's garden, life still grows, Through every plague, through every rose, Tendrils coil and cling so tight, Yet in each breath I cradle life, glossy reflections, sleek metallic texture, and luminous sheen, gothic art, oil painting, traditional media, realistic, g4n1m3, Goth girl,
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score_6, score_5, score_4, score_3, score_2, score_1, disfigured, bad artist, bad hands, bad face, ugly, blur, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, low quality, loli, nude, teen, child, Matte finish, dull surface, faded color, rough texture, boring design, flat appearance, non-reflective, unpolished, basic fabric, disproportionate face, poorly defined features, inconsistent body proportions, clumsy hands, awkward fingers, unrealistic legs, uneven shading, lack of detail, unrealistic texture, poorly rendered reflections, dull colors in facial features, By bad artist
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