A woman in a white robe standing on steps in front of a full moon

In the heart of an ancient temple, veiled by time,
A ghostly presence stirs, a whisper in the shadows.
His form ethereal, draped in memories and sorrow,
He roams the sacred halls, a relic of forgotten tomorrows.
**Verse I: The Silent Vigil**
*Stone walls cradle secrets,*
*Carved by hands long turned to dust.*
*Incense smoke curls, dances,*
*As he weaves through moonlit dusk.*
**Verse II: The Lost Chant**
*His voice, a spectral hymn,*
*Echoes off cold, weathered stones.*
*Once a priest, now a phantom,*
*Chanting prayers for sins unknown.*
**Verse III: The Broken Altar**
*Before the shattered altar,*
*He kneels, seeking absolution.*
*His sins, etched into the marble,*
*An ancient script of retribution.*
**Verse IV: The Unfinished Tale**
*Who was he? A sage? A lover?*
*His name lost in the temple's breath.*
*Perhaps he loved a mortal maiden,*
*Or sought enlightenment in death.*
**Verse V: The Lingering Light**
*His lantern flickers, casting shadows,*
*On frescoes of gods and celestial strife.*
*He yearns for release, redemption,*
*To ascend beyond this earthly life.*
**Verse VI: The Final Benediction**
*And so, the ancient ghost lingers,*
*Between realms, a spectral sentinel.*
*His story etched in moonstone,*
*Whispered by the temple's ancient bell.*
**Epilogue: The Temple's Heartbeat**
*When night falls, listen closely,*
*You'll hear his sighs, his quiet plea.*
*For in the temple's crumbling stones,*
*The past and present mergeâa symphony.*
And there, amidst incense and silence,
The ancient ghost weaves his eternal dance,
A guardian of memories, a spectral flame,
Bound to the temple's sacred trance.
white clothes <lora:Realistic_Hot_Emma:0.7>(small round breasts),
(amazing cleavage), sculpted calves, long blonde wavy hair,
from the side, sideview,((sideboob)), smile

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In the heart of an ancient temple, veiled by time, A ghostly presence stirs, a whisper in the shadows. His form ethereal, draped in memories and sorrow, He roams the sacred halls, a relic of forgotten tomorrows. **Verse I: The Silent Vigil** *Stone walls cradle secrets,* *Carved by hands long turned to dust.* *Incense smoke curls, dances,* *As he weaves through moonlit dusk.* **Verse II: The Lost Chant** *His voice, a spectral hymn,* *Echoes off cold, weathered stones.* *Once a priest, now a phantom,* *Chanting prayers for sins unknown.* **Verse III: The Broken Altar** *Before the shattered altar,* *He kneels, seeking absolution.* *His sins, etched into the marble,* *An ancient script of retribution.* **Verse IV: The Unfinished Tale** *Who was he? A sage? A lover?* *His name lost in the temple's breath.* *Perhaps he loved a mortal maiden,* *Or sought enlightenment in death.* **Verse V: The Lingering Light** *His lantern flickers, casting shadows,* *On frescoes of gods and celestial strife.* *He yearns for release, redemption,* *To ascend beyond this earthly life.* **Verse VI: The Final Benediction** *And so, the ancient ghost lingers,* *Between realms, a spectral sentinel.* *His story etched in moonstone,* *Whispered by the temple's ancient bell.* **Epilogue: The Temple's Heartbeat** *When night falls, listen closely,* *You'll hear his sighs, his quiet plea.* *For in the temple's crumbling stones,* *The past and present mergeâa symphony.* And there, amidst incense and silence, The ancient ghost weaves his eternal dance, A guardian of memories, a spectral flame, Bound to the temple's sacred trance. white clothes <lora:Realistic_Hot_Emma:0.7>(small round breasts), (amazing cleavage), sculpted calves, long blonde wavy hair, from the side, sideview,((sideboob)), smile

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