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$A barely clad warrior woman with flowing obsidian hair and glowing violet eyes strides through a chaotic Japanese fantasy video game world where reality flickers between dream and nightmare. Her skin shimmers like polished moonlight, barely covered by a scandalous arrangement of silk and golden armor that clings to her curves like an afterthought. Twin katana rest at her hips, their blades pulsing with ghostly blue fire, and every step she takes leaves behind glowing lotus petals that drift upward before vanishing into the neon-infused twilight. The world around her is a fever dream of ancient myths colliding with corrupted code. Towering pagodas rise and twist in impossible spirals, their eaves lined with spectral foxes that whisper forgotten spells into the wind. A blood-red torii gate flickers between states of existence, sometimes solid, sometimes an outline of glowing kanji that ripple like water. Below, a river of molten gold flows through the valley, koi fish the size of elephants leaping from its depths, their scales reflecting past and future like a broken mirror. Chaos dances in the streets of an ever-shifting Kyoto. Masked samurai duel in slow-motion atop rooftops that tilt and warp like living creatures, their strikes sending shockwaves of crimson cherry blossoms exploding into the air. A gang of ninja spirits, their bodies flickering like candle flames, leap through portals torn into the sky, their kunai leaving digital afterimages of ancient battle hymns. Enormous oni, their skin cracked like volcanic stone, march through the city wielding kanabo clubs made of crackling lightning, their roars distorting the very fabric of the world. Above, the sky churns with floating paper lanterns that flicker between traditional warm light and cold digital glitches. The moon splits into fractured pieces, each fragment showing a different scene—one moment a serene mountain temple, the next, a futuristic skyline where cybernetic geisha perform hypnotic dances on hovering platforms. Golden kanji symbols drift lazily through the air, rewriting history in real-time, their meanings constantly shifting between prophecy and corrupted game code. At the center of it all, a colossal palace pulses like a living heart, its walls shifting from jade to glass to burning parchment covered in ancient ink. In front of its massive gates, a warlord wrapped in a cloak of restless shadows awaits, gripping a nodachi so massive it bends the very air around it. The warrior woman smirks, rolling her shoulders, her barely-there armor shimmering as the world holds its breath. Then, with a crack of thunder and the distant chime of a game notification, the battle begins, and the universe itself trembles in anticipation., (nudity:1.3)$

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