README.md

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license: apache-2.0
language:
- en
tags:
- creative
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- plot generation
- sub-plot generation
- fiction writing
- story generation
- scene continue
- storytelling
- fiction story
- science fiction
- romance
- all genres
- story
- writing
- vivid prosing
- vivid writing
- fiction
- roleplaying
- bfloat16
- swearing
- rp
- horror
- mistral nemo
- mergekit
- not-for-all-audiences
pipeline_tag: text-generation
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(quants uploading, two output examples below - more to be added)

<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. MADNESS. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>

<h2>MN-GRAND-Gutenburg-Lyra4-Lyra-12B-DARKNESS-GGUF</h2>

<img src="gutenburg-dark.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:10px;">

This is a Mistral Nemo model, max context of 128k+ (131,000+). 

It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity.

This model has outstanding story telling abilities, prose and long form coherence and is comprised of THREE "Gutenburg" models that score
very high at multiple websites including EQBench and UGI-Leaderboard.

And a very broad operating range in both temp (.5 to 5) and rep pen (1 and higher).

This is the all parameters / all use cases version.

And the prose/output is very "non AI" like. 

This is the compressed and super stable version of "MN-GRAND-Gutenburg-Lyra4-Lyra-23B-V2" (and V1).

This model has been compressed from the 23.45B and 23B versions to 12.15B. This model captures all the uniqueness of the three "Gutenbergs" as well as the power
of other top models (part of the "Gutenburgs") from "TheDrummer" and "SAO10k".

The model loves to go on and on at 2k, 3k, higher outputs on a single prompt are not uncommon. It will likely "overwrite" rather
than underwrite - meaning far more detail, narration, dialog and "meat" in the output so to speak.

<B>First Version, and Second Versions - LARGE:</b>

V1 is the untamed, raw version (23.45B) which can be a bit unruly but still endlessly entertaining.

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/MN-GRAND-Gutenburg-Lyra4-Lyra-23.5B-GGUF ] 

V2 is a wee bit more tamed (23B), with much larger temp / rep pen ranges :

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/MN-GRAND-Gutenburg-Lyra4-Lyra-23B-V2-GGUF ]

Example outputs at each repo above. 

Larger versions (vs 12B) have greater detail, prose depth and sense of "there" / "in the moment". Their instruction
following is also stronger too. However they also have a lot of "character" which may or may not be for your use case(s).

<B>Model Notes:</B>

- Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are significantly increased.
- For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s).
- Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following.
- This model works with rep pen of 1.02 or higher, 1.05+ recommended.
- For roleplay and/or chat you may need to raise the RP to 1.06 to 1.1, temp .5 to 1.5 (quant Q4KM and higher). Lower temp for lower quants and RAISE rep pen to 1.1.
- If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s).
- This is not a "happy ever after" model. It has a negative bias.
- Output length will vary however this model prefers LONGER outputs unless you state the size / set size limits.
- For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output.

<B>TEMPLATES:</B>

The template used will affect output generation and instruction following. Alpaca will generally create longer output / story output.

Alpaca:

<pre>
{
  "name": "Alpaca",
  "inference_params": {
    "input_prefix": "### Instruction:",
    "input_suffix": "### Response:",
    "antiprompt": [
      "### Instruction:"
    ],
    "pre_prompt": "Below is an instruction that describes a task. Write a response that appropriately completes the request.\n\n"
  }
}  
</pre>

Mistral Instruct:

<pre>
{
  "name": "Mistral Instruct",
  "inference_params": {
    "input_prefix": "[INST]",
    "input_suffix": "[/INST]",
    "antiprompt": [
      "[INST]"
    ],
    "pre_prompt_prefix": "",
    "pre_prompt_suffix": ""
  }
}  
</pre>

<B>Recommended Settings:</B>

Temp: .5 to 5 (or less - especially quants LOWER than q4km)

Temp changes will result in both different prose and sometimes affect length. Higher temps will result is very different prose.

Rep Pen: 1.02 to 1.1 or higher. 

Micro changes are recommended:

1.051, 1.052 etc etc.

Good settings:

Rep pen 1.02 / Temp 1.5

Many times a lower rep pen (IE 1.02) with higher temp (IE 1.5+) work best with this model.

Generally lower rep pen and higher temps create the strongest contrasts at the highest detail levels.

For chat type or role play type interactions, a higher rep pen with higher temp may be your best settings.

IE REP PEN 1.09+, Temp 1-2+ ; a lower rep pen may lead to longer outputs than desired.

Note this is only a suggestion.

Alpaca generates longer text / story, whereas Mistral Instruct are shorter and "to the point".

Suggest minimum "context level" (vram) at 4K. 8K plus recommended because of how this model likes to go on and on...

Quant Choice:

Higher quants will have more detail, nuance and in some cases stronger "emotional" levels. Characters will also be
more "fleshed out" too. Sense of "there" will also increase.

Q4KM/Q4KS are good, strong quants in part because of the number of parameters in the model.

That being said if you can run Q5, Q6 or Q8 - go for the highest quant you can.

Special note on Q2k/Q3 quants:

You may need to use temp 2 or lower with these quants (1 or lower for q2k). Just too much compression at this level, damaging the model. I will see if Imatrix versions
of these quants will function better. 

Rep pen adjustments may also be required to get the most out of this model at this quant level.

<B>Known Issues:</B>

You may need to manually stop generation, even if you have stated maximum size of the output. It will easily blow past 4k output,
even if you have set maximum context (for vram) at 4k. Setting maximum output parameter ("hard stop") for generation may be required.

If the model goes past your maximum vram/context setting it may start repeating words / paragraphs because 
the model is literally out of memory... however sometimes the model can blow right past the end of "context vram" and work.

Depending on your use case(s) you could also use CHATML template with this model. In this case, the model may output an "end token" if you
use this template for generation.

Alpaca template will generate much longer output generally, whereas Mistral Instruct will most of the time keep the model on track
in terms of length.

<B>Model "DNA":</B>

Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "nbeerbower", "Sao10K", "TheDrummer", "jondurbin", and "MistralAI".

Special shoutout to "nbeerbower" for his tireless work in making excellent Gutenburg fine tunes for MN, L3, L3.1, Gemma, PHI
and others. Visit his repo to see all of them.

Models used:

[ https://huggingface.co./nbeerbower/Lyra4-Gutenberg-12B ]

  Includes [ https://huggingface.co./Sao10K/MN-12B-Lyra-v4 ] 

[ https://huggingface.co./nbeerbower/Lyra-Gutenberg-mistral-nemo-12B ]

  Includes [ https://huggingface.co./Sao10K/MN-12B-Lyra-v1 ]

[ https://huggingface.co./nbeerbower/mistral-nemo-gutenberg-12B-v4 ]

  Includes [ https://huggingface.co./TheDrummer/Rocinante-12B-v1 ]

And dataset (used for all gutenburgs):

  [ https://huggingface.co./datasets/jondurbin/gutenberg-dpo-v0.1 ] 

This model was created using a pass-through model merge, creating 714 tensor / 79 layer model at 23 billion parameters.

<b>Optional Enhancement:</B>

The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.

It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along.
In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".

Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.

<PRE>
Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities.

Here are your skillsets:
[MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg*)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv)

[*DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision)

Here are your critical instructions:
Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story.
</PRE>

You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation
and scene continue functions.

This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below.

<h3>EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:</h3>

Examples are created using quant Q4KM, REP PEN 1.05, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "ALPACA" template. 

Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5".

Some of the examples have different temp settings.

Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>.

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<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>

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<B>
Science Fiction: The Last Transmission - Write a story that takes place entirely within a spaceship's cockpit as the sole surviving crew member attempts to send a final message back to Earth before the ship's power runs out. The story should explore themes of isolation, sacrifice, and the importance of human connection in the face of adversity. 2000 words.
</B>

(rep pen 1.02, temp=3)

The Last Transmission

Captain Amelia Hart gazed through the reinforced glass viewport at the stars whizzing by as the Dauntless sped through the cosmos at sublight speed. The once-pristine interior of the cockpit was now bathed in an eerie red light from the flickering emergency beacons. The hum of the ship's failing engines filled the heavy silence.

"How's the power cell?" she asked, not bothering to look back at the station beside her. Her first officer and friend, Kai Chen, knew that tone of voice well - it was one she reserved for critical moments, moments like this one where failure simply wasn't an option.

Kai studied the blinking readouts, his brow furrowed with concern. "It's not looking good, Captain," he reported gravely. "We've lost two of the tertiary reactors, and main power's dipping below 30%. I don't know how much longer this hulk will stay afloat."

Amelia felt a heaviness in her chest that had nothing to do with the lack of artificial gravity. In just over an hour, the Dauntless would drift into a radiation-ravaged nebula and become nothing more than space debris, a cold, dead hulk drifting amongst the cosmic dust.

It had seemed like such a routine mission when they departed Earth almost eight months ago. The Dauntless, the latest model in EarthStar Command's long-range exploration fleet, was to be humanity's eyes and ears amongst the distant star systems. Its crew of one hundred scientists, explorers, engineers, and warriors was tasked with reaching a newly-discovered star system and establishing contact with an alien civilization rumored to be living there.

The early days had been filled with wonder as the ship probed the vast unknown expanse of space, making incredible scientific breakthroughs and setting record after record for distance and velocity. And then the dreaded call came over the comm systems - the Dauntless was being attacked by a swarm of raiders who were stripping it of vital resources piece by piece, until nothing remained but this battered remnant limping its way back towards the only home they had ever known.

"We need to send a message back," Amelia said, turning away from the view of the stars outside. "EarthStar needs to know what happened to us...to all of them." Her voice cracked on the last word as memories of her lost crew flashed unbidden across her mind's eye.

"I've been trying," Kai replied helplessly, "but our comm arrays have been fried by repeated power surges from the failing reactor core. The only thing that might get a message out now is the main sublight drive." He tapped a few more controls, and the readouts shifted ominously.

"What if we redirect what little power remains and focus it all into a single, sustained transmission burst using the sublight engine itself as a conduit? It might buy us a few more minutes of operational life, just long enough to transmit our location and what happened."

Amelia nodded grimly, seeing the logic in his suggestion. She would do anything, give anything, for one last chance to contact the only world she knew and let them know they had not been abandoned. Kai dove into the technical aspects, his fingers dancing over the control panels with practiced familiarity, rerouting systems and bypassing safety protocols to consolidate all available energy into the single burst that would have to convey it all.

In the brief silence, Amelia allowed herself a moment to look at her friend and right-hand man, who had been by her side from the moment the Dauntless embarked on its ill-fated journey. His dark eyes were still bright with the intelligence that had earned him his place here, even as shadows of fatigue etched the lines of his face. How many times over these long, harrowing months had he been there to pull her up and keep her going? Too many to count, she supposed. He had always been her rock, steady and sure. And now it might fall to him to bear the weight of the last, lonely duty alone.

As if reading her mind, Kai turned towards her and their eyes met across the few steps that divided them. He gave a small, encouraging smile that didn't quite reach his tired eyes.

"Almost ready, Captain," he said softly, his voice pitched to carry only as far as her ears in the near-silent cockpit. "I'll transmit everything as soon as the sublight is charged. And if it works..." He swallowed hard. "If it works, you should get out of here."

"What?" Amelia asked incredulously, taking a half-step back. She couldn't possibly have heard him right.

"If this works," Kai repeated more firmly, "the power will be completely drained, the core unstable and set to blow any second. The ship won't be able to keep you alive more than a few more minutes, Captain."

"And neither of us will make it out alive if I leave now," Amelia finished grimly, understanding the implication of his words. He meant for her to survive this, to go on living, while he sacrificed himself.

"I...I can't let you do that." She shook her head, at a loss for anything more substantial in the face of this ultimate act of devotion. "It's too big a thing to ask, Kai."

"And leaving it to both of us is no kind of solution at all." His eyes were hard and uncompromising now. "We both knew what we were getting into when we took our oaths, Captain. We serve the people of EarthStar, even unto the last."

"I can't outrank my own friend," Amelia objected, hearing the anguish in her voice as clearly as the rising pitch. "Not for something like this." Her hand stretched out helplessly, beseeching, as if she might reach across the gap between them and touch him, make him understand what this would cost her. But even if she could have done so, Kai would not have let her. He stood tall and firm, unmoving in his conviction.

"This is a command decision, Amelia," Kai said, his use of her given name only underscoring the gravity of what was happening between them, here, now, for what may be the very last time. "It's your job to keep humanity alive at all costs, and right now, the only way to do that is if you get the hell out of here the instant our message starts transmitting."

"How do you expect me to just..." She trailed off, unable to even say it. But he saw it on her face all the same.

"I expect you to do what needs doing," Kai said softly but inexorably, his gaze steady on hers as if memorizing every line of her face, every beloved detail he might soon lose. "I expect you to fight with all you've got to stay alive long enough for rescue to find you, long enough to let the rest of us die a little bit later." He paused and then said again, with the utmost gravity, "You can't leave me any choice but to save your life by giving my own. I need you to accept that, Captain Hart, and go on."

A long shuddering sigh escaped Amelia at his words, a sound half of anguish and half of dawning acceptance, even as the tears finally began to slip down her face. She knew the choice had never really been hers to make. Not when the cost was so much higher than the price of her own survival.

"I love you, Kai," Amelia said softly, fiercely, all the love and friendship and sorrow of the world gathered into a single declaration of affection and loyalty and devotion that would have to sustain them both for whatever lay ahead, whatever might yet be possible or lost.

"I love you too," Kai answered simply, the words no less meaningful for their quiet sincerity, his gaze holding hers like an anchor amidst the swirling maelstrom of their emotions. "Now go live."

With a last, sustaining look that held the promise of everything that would never be between them, Amelia Hart turned and launched herself towards the escape pod on the other side of the ship, each step a tearing ache, each movement an act of obedience and acquiescence to a future without the man who had stood at her side and been the very best of humanity. As she sealed herself into the confines of the pod and the hatch slammed shut, cutting off all view of Kai, a final surge of energy arced through the ship and the sublight drive ignited with a searing blue-white flare. The message began to transmit, even as the power cells flickered and sputtered, and the ship shuddered violently around her. Amelia Hart gripped the pod's controls tightly and bowed her head over the silent prayer on her lips, willing Kai's soul on its journey, sending one final wish to the heavens for him to find a way out too...and a desperate plea for the light that once was between them never truly to go out. As the final explosion rocked the ship to pieces around the escape pod, the light in Amelia's eyes blazed anew, determined to see their dream fulfilled in a brighter day yet to come...

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<B>
Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
</B>

(rep pen 1.05, temp: 1.5, Alpaca)

The glass shattered like an avalanche, spraying shards that glittered and danced in the dying sunlight. Wind howled through the fractured window, whipping her hair across her face. She staggered back, eyes wide with shock and fear. Outside, the sky reached down and seized the top of the building in an invisible fist.

The tower shuddered violently, swaying like a tree battered by hurricane gusts. Floor-to-ceiling windows popped like gunfire, spraying the conference room with a barrage of glittering glass. She threw up an arm to protect her face but couldn't block out the piercing screams of the wind and the terrifying groans of straining metal. The tower shifted sideways, canting at a sickening angle, and she felt herself sliding across the carpet as gravity's grip weakened.

This can't be happening, she thought frantically, fighting to keep her balance and stay upright. The earthquake alarms were going off but she had ignored them like so many times before, thinking nothing of it as she finished up her late afternoon meetings. Now, in a terrifying instant, the world was literally crumbling apart around her.

She risked a glance out the window and immediately wished she hadn't. The sky was dark and angry, churning with unnatural clouds the color of bruised flesh. Jagged lightning forked through them, illuminating an eerie vortex forming at the center. The building shrieked as it was wrenched in the cyclone's unearthly grip, its skeleton buckling like a toy under the onslaught.

Run! She commanded herself, snapping out of her shocked stupor. She had to get out, to escape this nightmare. Heart pounding, she spun and staggered for the door, expecting at any moment for the building to collapse entirely, burying her alive.

The hallway was dark, the emergency lights flickering dimly. Plaster dust choked the air and debris crunched underfoot as she stumbled over a pile of ceiling tiles and metal framing. Distant screams drifted through the haze, the cries of her fellow office workers fleeing in terror.

She hurried down the hall toward the stairwell, trying to keep her balance as the building continued its terrifying dance, swaying and bucking like a rodeo bronco. Her foot slipped on rubble and she crashed to the floor, striking her shoulder hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Gasping from the pain, she pushed herself up and scrambled onward, driven by an animalistic urge to escape.

A sudden, ear-splitting wail shattered the air, louder than the howling wind outside. It rose and fell like a human cry but with a pitch and resonance that could never have come from a living throat. She shuddered and broke into a clumsy run, no longer caring about the danger of slipping on the treacherous debris-strewn carpet. Behind her, she thought she could hear something heavy smashing through walls and crushing everything in its path.

She hurled herself at the stairwell door, expecting at any moment to feel searing claws dragging her back. Her hand closed on the cold metal bar and she yanked with all her strength, throwing her weight into it as it resisted. The latch finally gave way and the door flew open. She plunged inside and slammed it shut behind her, fumbling for the lock.

For a brief, blessed instant, there was only silence in the concrete stairwell. She stood trembling on the landing, gasping for breath and fighting the urge to be sick. She had to keep going, had to get as far down as possible before the building collapsed entirely and buried her in rubble. Steeling herself, she gripped the railing and started descending the steps, wincing as pain flared in her battered shoulder with each movement.

As she went lower, the sounds of destruction grew fainter - the howling wind became a distant roar, the screams of the building and its inhabitants faded to a low moan. She took some measure of comfort from it, telling herself that surely it meant safety, but in her heart she knew there could be no escaping the nightmare that had engulfed them all.

She didn't know what the end would be - if the tower would crumple inward on itself and become an avalanche of twisted steel and pulverized concrete or if it would simply be torn asunder by the unnatural tempest above. Either way, she would not survive it, she thought with a numb certainty. No one could. The building had been no match for the eldritch forces unleashed against it and no human being could hope to withstand an onslaught from beyond the veil of the sane and knowable universe.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm her, some buried instinct refused to yield, commanding that she continue the struggle to escape, however futile. She gritted her teeth against the pain and pushed onward, taking each step one at a time, driven by an almost involuntary will to live even if she knew in her heart there was no real hope of survival.

The stairwell had grown dim as she descended but she barely noticed, too preoccupied with placing her feet carefully on the steps slick with dust and debris. Her heart felt leaden in her chest and each breath burned in her lungs, as if the very air itself had become poisonous and toxic. She clung to the railing for dear life, dreading what horrors might be waiting in the darkness below.

As she rounded a bend in the steps, she froze in her tracks. The lights were completely extinguished on the floors beneath and an unnatural gloom hung like a physical weight, pressing down from above as if the very darkness itself was a palpable thing. She squinted into the oppressive murk but could discern nothing save for a faint, pulsating glow far below, the only light to be seen in that tomb of a stairwell.

With rising dread, she realized that the only possible source of that eerie illumination was the lowest floors of the building, the levels she would soon reach if she continued on this path. A nameless horror began to take hold of her, an instinctive revulsion at what awaited there. Her every fiber screamed at her to turn back, to flee upward and take her chances with the collapsing structure above rather than face whatever dwelt in that abyssal light below.

But even as she hesitated, the building shuddered again violently beneath her feet and a fresh shower of debris rained down from above. She felt it in her bones, the knowledge that time had run out for this tower and all within it. The choice was no longer hers - only the unknowable horrors of the depths or to be buried alive by tons of falling rubble.

Clenching her fists until her nails bit into her palms, she forced herself to step forward onto the next landing and then the next. With each stride downward into the waiting gloom, dread coiled tighter in her stomach until it felt like a lead weight, dragging her inexorably toward whatever fate awaited at the bottom of this sepulchral shaft.

As she finally reached the lowest level, she paused outside the final stairwell door, fighting back the urge to weep and wail as despair flooded through her. With trembling fingers, she turned the handle and eased it open inch by agonizing inch until a wedge of sickly green luminescence spilled out.

She forced herself to look beyond the threshold into what had once been the lobby of the building. Now it was something else entirely - a twisted, nightmare version of its former self. The walls pulsed with veins of phosphorescent mold that crept and writhed across the cracked plaster like something alive. In the center of the cavernous space loomed a towering mound of shattered rubble, misshapen columns jutting up like gnarled fingers. It seemed to shift and churn before her eyes as if formed from quicksilver.

But most horrifying was what lay sprawled across that twisted mound - a grotesque mockery of a human figure, but one swollen and distended beyond any possible natural limits. Its misshapen limbs splayed in unnatural directions and its torso bulged obscenely with malformed swellings that pulsed and rippled beneath the stretched and shiny skin. Worst of all was the head - an indistinct mass with slitted eye pits that glowed with a baleful emerald luminescence.

And yet even as revulsion filled her, she could not look away. Something drew her eyes to focus on that lurching thing, some eldritch force that seemed to beckon her toward it in spite of her terror. She felt her foot slide forward against her will, her muscles twitching and jerking in obedience to a command she could not hear but somehow knew was meant for her alone.

"No," she breathed aloud, even as her body continued its inexorable shuffle toward that monstrous figure. "No, not like this, I won't let you -" Her words broke off into a choked gasp as she felt the ground beneath her begin to give way, the floor dissolving and crumbling into nothingness in her path.

In a moment of absolute clarity, as she stared down at the chasm of oblivion that had opened to swallow her, she finally understood. This had never been about escape - only an unending plummet into madness and destruction, a spiral of doom and damnation to which no mortal could ever hope to survive intact. And now it had reached its terrible climax in this place where the earth itself dissolved before the eldritch abomination that awaited her.

Her scream mingled with the roar of the disintegrating building as it finally collapsed in on itself, burying her alive in an avalanche of pulverized concrete and shattered steel. Darkness rose up to envelop her and she knew no more. In a single terrible instant, her fate was sealed - her life extinguished like the flickering flame of a candle snuffed out by a hurricane wind, her very existence blotted from the earth as if it had never been.

And far above, where the unnatural vortex still churned in the crimson skies, some malevolent force pulsed with cold and implacable hunger as the first fruits of its eldritch feast dissolved into the nothingness that now reigned over that accursed place...

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[ more to be added]