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I'm gonna die alone and I'm happy about it
Llama2 Prompt :
As the song begins, a lone figure stands atop a desolate landscape, surrounded by nothing but barren wasteland as far as the eye can see. The figure, a young woman with a determined look on her face, clutches a small, worn-out notebook to her chest. She's dressed in tattered, black clothing, with a long, flowing cloak billowing behind her. Despite the bleak surroundings, she exudes an aura of strength and resilience.
As the instrumental section kicks in, the woman begins to dance, her movements fluid and graceful despite the harsh environment. She spins and twirls, her cloak fluttering around her like a dark, ethereal cloud. The camera pans out, revealing the vast expanse of the wasteland, but the woman remains the focal point, her movements a testament to the defiant spirit that drives her.
As the lyrics kick in, the woman's expression turns inward, her eyes cast downward in contemplation. She's lost in thought, her mind consumed by the weight of her own mortality. But even as she faces the abyss, she finds solace in the knowledge that she's not alone. The camera zooms in on her face, the shimmering hi-hats and percussion hits echoing the rhythm of her breathing.
As the song reaches its climax, the woman raises her head, her eyes flashing with determination. She's not afraid to face the end, for she knows that she's lived a life worth living. The camera pulls back, the wasteland receding into the distance as the woman stands tall, a beacon of hope in a desolate world. The final note fades away, leaving the viewer with a sense of quiet resolve.
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