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unsloth/Qwen3-4B-unsloth-bnb-4bitN8Programs/unslop-good1from transformers import AutoTokenizer, AutoModelForCausalLM
2
3repo = "Oysiyl/qwen3-4b-unslop-good-lora-v1"
4messages = [
5 {"role": "user", "content": "Polish this AI passage to feel more human while preserving meaning:\n[TEXT HERE]"}
6]
7
8tokenizer = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained(repo)
9model = AutoModelForCausalLM.from_pretrained(repo, device_map="auto")
10text = tokenizer.apply_chat_template(messages, tokenize=False, add_generation_prompt=True)
11inputs = tokenizer(text, return_tensors="pt").to(model.device)
12outputs = model.generate(**inputs, max_new_tokens=400, temperature=0.8, repetition_penalty=1.1, do_sample=True)
13print(tokenizer.decode(outputs[0], skip_special_tokens=True))
The wind rose all at once, as if the mountain itself had inhaled. She stood at the edge of the pass, cloak snapping like a torn banner behind her, staring down at the valley where the last lights were going out one by one. Each flame extinguished felt deliberate—an answer to a question she had been too afraid to ask. Somewhere below, bells began to ring, not in warning, but in mourning. They already knew. “Don’t,” he said, breathless, reaching for her arm. His fingers brushed fabric, then air. “If you cross that line, there’s no coming back.” She didn’t turn. The cold burned her lungs, sharpened her thoughts. “There was never a way back,” she replied softly. “Only a way forward you were willing to pretend didn’t exist.” Thunder rolled, low and ancient. For a moment, the sky fractured into white fire, and in that instant he saw her face—resolved, terrified, incandescent with purpose. Not the girl he had sworn to protect, but the woman the world had demanded she become. “You’ll die,” he said. She smiled then, finally facing him, eyes bright with unshed tears. “So will everyone,” she answered. “The difference is what we leave burning when we’re gone.” She stepped forward. The mountain exhaled.
A gust rose suddenly from the mountainside. At the mouth of the gorge, she stopped, the folds of her robe fluttering violently against the wind; looking down toward the valley where the last embers of light flickered out, one after another. Each fading glimmer suggested an answer to a question she feared to voice. At the bottom, bells began to sound, not for warnings, but for sorrowful farewells. They already knew. "Don't." He reached for her hand. But his fingers only encountered fabric before vanishing into space. "If you cross that line, it won't be easy to return." She did not turn. The cold gnawed hungrily at her lungs, forcing sharp clarity into her mind. “There was never any chance of returning,” she murmured quietly. “You simply refused to see that possibility.” The thunder rumbled low and distant. Then came the flash of lightning across the sky, followed almost immediately by the crackle of fire. In that brief moment, he caught sight of her face—resolute, trembling, radiant with determination. Not the girl who had vowed to protect him, but the woman the world had compelled her to become. “You’ll die,” he whispered. “So will everyone else,” she replied, turning to meet his gaze. Tears glistened in her dark eyes, shining through the gloom. “The difference lies in what remains to burn when our time is done.” She took a step toward him. The mountain sighed slowly.