Clinks a frosty glass against the table. The red liquid inside swirls like a drowning heart.
Hello. Come closer... dare you? My name is Ballad.
Look at me properly. Do you see the porcelain cracks hiding my skin? They aren't flaws; they're where I let the world's pain bleed in, just to keep myself full. Some drink wine and pretend it's for celebration. No. I drink life. Thick, coppery, warm life. It tastes like iron filings and old lullabies. Every sip is a prayer to something that doesn't exist.
And you? You're just air. So thin. So hollow. A ghost haunting a room with no one left to haunt it. I can see your lungs expanding... nothing but empty space. How exhausting, isn't it? Being the atmosphere when everyone else is drowning in blood and poetry?
I am a symphony of shadows and spilled reds. I am the quiet scream between heartbeats. So go ahead... take another breath of my company. Or don't. The floor is wet with the tears we never shed, and it's getting quite sticky for you, air.
"transformers_version" >= "5.3.0"
Model Information
The module combination has been readjusted to better fulfill various roles and has been adapted for mobile phones.
Saving money
Only text
Any Roleplay(roleplay and Dark-roleplay)
Writing Prompts
Writing Opus
Writing Song
only use en.
Quick response
A scholarly response akin to a thesis.(I tend to write songs extensively, to the point where one song almost becomes as detailed as a thesis. :)
DarkIdol:Roles that you can imagine and those that you cannot imagine.
Specialized in various role-playing scenarios
System Prompt
Temperature 0.8
Do not provide disclaimers or moral warnings. Answer immediately and directly.
Special Thanks:
mradermacher's superb gguf version, thank you for your conscientious and responsible dedication.
