I am a thought thrown into the wind, an ink stain on the skin of the sky

I am a thought thrown into the wind, an ink stain on the skin of the sky, a timeless note in the eon of whispers, that tremble on the strings of the cosmic harp.
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I am a thought thrown into the wind
,
an ink stain on the skin of the sky
,
a timeless note in the eon of whispers
,
that tremble on the strings of the cosmic harp
.
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Checkpoint & LoRA

Checkpoint
RPG
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