Score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, A colossal ancient tree with gnarled branches a
score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, A colossal ancient tree with gnarled branches and a trunk twisted by time stands at the center of a sprawling mechanical palace, its roots digging deep into the earth as if holding the structure in place, the tree's bark is etched with the faces of ancient sages, their eyes glowing with an ethereal light as they whisper secrets of the ages to each other, the faces seem to shift and change as the light catches them, the mechanical palace is a labyrinth of copper pipes, brass fixtures, and intricate clockwork mechanisms, with gears ticking away like a heartbeat, the walls are adorned with ancient artifacts and mysterious devices that hum with a soft blue light, the air is thick with the scent of oil and smoke, a figure stands at the base of the tree, a woman with long silver hair and eyes that seem to hold the weight of centuries, she wears a long coat with brass buttons and copper accents, her hands are gloved and she holds a small leather-bound book, her eyes are fixed intently on the faces in the tree as if listening to their whispers, the room is dimly lit by a series of flickering lanterns that cast eerie shadows on the walls, the atmosphere is heavy with the weight of knowledge and forgotten lore.
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score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, A colossal ancient tree with gnarled branches and a trunk twisted by time stands at the center of a sprawling mechanical palace, its roots digging deep into the earth as if holding the structure in place, the tree's bark is etched with the faces of ancient sages, their eyes glowing with an ethereal light as they whisper secrets of the ages to each other, the faces seem to shift and change as the light catches them, the mechanical palace is a labyrinth of copper pipes, brass fixtures, and intricate clockwork mechanisms, with gears ticking away like a heartbeat, the walls are adorned with ancient artifacts and mysterious devices that hum with a soft blue light, the air is thick with the scent of oil and smoke, a figure stands at the base of the tree, a woman with long silver hair and eyes that seem to hold the weight of centuries, she wears a long coat with brass buttons and copper accents, her hands are gloved and she holds a small leather-bound book, her eyes are fixed intently on the faces in the tree as if listening to their whispers, the room is dimly lit by a series of flickering lanterns that cast eerie shadows on the walls, the atmosphere is heavy with the weight of knowledge and forgotten lore.
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