Prompt: breathtaking portrait of a terrifying horrifying demonic rabbit demon, intricate realistic details, dark shades, dark atmosphere, high contrast
"Xanadu's Red-Eyed Beast: A Tale of Time and Terror"
In the dimly lit recesses of the ancient library, Dr. Amelia Hartwood stumbled upon an enigmatic artifact - a tarnished, crimson amulet etched with the cryptic symbol of a leaping hare. Unbeknownst to her, this relic held the power to transport its bearer through the annals of time. As she clutched the talisman, a vortex opened before her, revealing a breathtaking image of a terrifying demonic rabbit demon, its scarlet eyes burning like embers against the backdrop of a desolate, moonlit landscape.
With a gasp, Amelia found herself hurtling through the void, the haunting cackle of the beast echoing in her ears. She landed in a clearing where the monstrous creature stood, its fur as black as night, its body adorned with grotesque, serrated spines. Its red eyes glowed malevolently, reflecting the eerie glow of the full moon above. The air was thick with the stench of sulphur and decay, and the ground trembled beneath her feet as the beast bared its razor-sharp fangs.
Desperate for escape, Amelia reached out to the amulet once more, praying for salvation. The vortex reappeared, and she grasped at the opportunity, returning to the safety of her study. Shaken but alive, she vowed never again to meddle with forces beyond her understanding. Yet, the memory of that horrifying encounter remained etched into her mind, a chilling reminder of the price of curiosity.
With a gasp, Amelia found herself hurtling through the void, the haunting cackle of the beast echoing in her ears. She landed in a clearing where the monstrous creature stood, its fur as black as night, its body adorned with grotesque, serrated spines. Its red eyes glowed malevolently, reflecting the eerie glow of the full moon above. The air was thick with the stench of sulphur and decay, and the ground trembled beneath her feet as the beast bared its razor-sharp fangs.
Desperate for escape, Amelia reached out to the amulet once more, praying for salvation. The vortex reappeared, and she grasped at the opportunity, returning to the safety of her study. Shaken but alive, she vowed never again to meddle with forces beyond her understanding. Yet, the memory of that horrifying encounter remained etched into her mind, a chilling reminder of the price of curiosity.
删除这篇报道
确定?
非常抱歉,服务器离线或您的请求无效或太多请求了,请稍后重试!
非常抱歉,使用作家名称复制他们的風格并未得到權杖,因此该操作被拒绝。
非常抱歉,我们正处理太多请求了,请稍后重试!
非常抱歉,我们無法处理这个请求。请使用其他请求重试!
非常抱歉,您的请求未收到,请稍后重试!
我们很抱歉,看来你已经达到了今天的免费服务的极限!你可以考虑付费的方式来支持和帮助改善服务!您可以考虑付费选项来支持和帮助改善服务!
对不起!出现错误。我们会尽力修复。