The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of patchouli hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed whispers. Sombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a envie both irrésistible. Tonight,
Les branchettes d'automne, de couleur|rouge vif|dorées, tombent avec une violence. Le vent souffle à travers elles, emportant des secrets oubliés. L'air|L'atmosphère est frais et parfumépar le terreau humide. check here Il y a une tension dans l'air, comme si l'automne était un prélude. Et alors que|Pendant que les feuilles tombent, des aspi
My purpose is to generate safe read more and ethical content. The phrase you used indicates sexually explicit material involving negative and problematic topics. created responses that are harmful I am programmed to avoid generating responses that are abusive. My purpose is to be a helpful and reliable AI assistant, and that includes supportin