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In the midst of the storm , a man shrouded in a long black cloak walked through the deserted streets. Suddenly , he came across a beautiful lady of the night , standing by a lamppost , illuminated as if by an angel. The hooded man approached her and pulled out a white rose from his cloak. He offered it to her , and then walked away into the darkness. The lady took the flower with admiration and curiosity , but as she held it , a single thorn pricked her finger and a few drops of blood fell. The drops turned into a stream , and before long , a pool of blood surrounded her. But as suddenly as it appeared , the blood vanished , leaving only her body and a red flower. A young girl in a long white cloak skipped over , picked up the flower , and snipped off the thorn. She placed it in a bouquet of red roses. "It looks very pretty , " she said with a sweet and enchanting smile. "I'm sure my beloved will love it , " she said , turning to the hooded man. "You know me so well , " he said , chuckling and biting the petals in one bite. , Water Color ,
Era una noche oscura y tormentosa , el viento soplaba con fuerza. En medio de la tormenta , un hombre con una larga capa negra caminaba por las calles desiertas. De repente , se encontró con una bella dama de la noche al lado de una farola. La luz la iluminaba como si fuera un ángel , aunque solo sus ojos tenían esa santidad. , Oil Painting ,
It was a dark and stormy night , the wind was blowing hard. In the midst of the storm , a man in a long black cloak was walking through the deserted streets. Suddenly , he came across a beautiful lady of the night next to a street lamp. The light illuminated her as if she were an angel , although only her eyes had that holiness. , Oil Painting ,
In the midst of the storm , a man shrouded in a long black cloak walked through the deserted streets. Suddenly , he came across a beautiful lady of the night , standing by a lamppost , illuminated as if by an angel. The hooded man approached her and pulled out a white rose from his cloak. He offered it to her , and then walked away into the darkness. The lady took the flower with admiration and curiosity , but as she held it , a single thorn pricked her finger and a few drops of blood fell. The drops turned into a stream , and before long , a pool of blood surrounded her. But as suddenly as it appeared , the blood vanished , leaving only her body and a red flower. A young girl in a long white cloak skipped over , picked up the flower , and snipped off the thorn. She placed it in a bouquet of red roses. "It looks very pretty , " she said with a sweet and enchanting smile. "I'm sure my beloved will love it , " she said , turning to the hooded man. "You know me so well , " he said , chuckling and biting the petals in one bite. , Water Color , Oil Painting ,
It was a dark and stormy night , the wind was blowing hard. In the midst of the storm , a man in a long black cloak was walking through the deserted streets. Suddenly , he came across a beautiful lady of the night next to a street lamp. The light illuminated her as if she were an angel , although only her eyes had that holiness. , Oil Painting ,
In the midst of the storm , a man shrouded in a long black cloak walked through the deserted streets. Suddenly , he came across a beautiful lady of the night , standing by a lamppost , illuminated as if by an angel. The hooded man approached her and pulled out a white rose from his cloak. He offered it to her , and then walked away into the darkness. The lady took the flower with admiration and curiosity , but as she held it , a single thorn pricked her finger and a few drops of blood fell. The drops turned into a stream , and before long , a pool of blood surrounded her. But as suddenly as it appeared , the blood vanished , leaving only her body and a red flower. A young girl in a long white cloak skipped over , picked up the flower , and snipped off the thorn. She placed it in a bouquet of red roses. "It looks very pretty , " she said with a sweet and enchanting smile. "I'm sure my beloved will love it , " she said , turning to the hooded man. "You know me so well , " he said , chuckling and biting the petals in one bite. , Water Color ,
Era una noche oscura y tormentosa , el viento soplaba con fuerza. En medio de la tormenta , un hombre con una larga capa negra caminaba por las calles desiertas. De repente , se encontró con una bella dama de la noche al lado de una farola. La luz la iluminaba como si fuera un ángel , aunque solo sus ojos tenían esa santidad. , Oil Painting ,