"A thick, greenish-yellow fog rolls across the battlefield, an ominous harbinger
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"A thick, greenish-yellow fog rolls across the battlefield, an ominous harbinger of death. The soldiers in the trench scramble to don their gas masks, their movements frantic and desperate. The fog is a living entity, creeping into every nook and cranny, choking the life out of anything it touches. The soldiers, now faceless behind their masks, look more like apparitions than men, their bodies stiff with fear as the gas envelops them. In the distance, the enemy lines are obscured by the toxic cloud, and the sound of coughing and choking fills the air. The trench itself is a labyrinth of death, with bodies strewn about, some still clutching at their throats in a futile attempt to breathe. The gas lingers, thick and suffocating, a reminder of the unseen horrors of modern warfare. The scene is one of utter despair, where survival seems impossible, and the only escape is through the embrace of death." <lora:fantastic_planet_v1:1>
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"A thick, greenish-yellow fog rolls across the battlefield, an ominous harbinger of death. The soldiers in the trench scramble to don their gas masks, their movements frantic and desperate. The fog is a living entity, creeping into every nook and cranny, choking the life out of anything it touches. The soldiers, now faceless behind their masks, look more like apparitions than men, their bodies stiff with fear as the gas envelops them. In the distance, the enemy lines are obscured by the toxic cloud, and the sound of coughing and choking fills the air. The trench itself is a labyrinth of death, with bodies strewn about, some still clutching at their throats in a futile attempt to breathe. The gas lingers, thick and suffocating, a reminder of the unseen horrors of modern warfare. The scene is one of utter despair, where survival seems impossible, and the only escape is through the embrace of death." <lora:fantastic_planet_v1:1>
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