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
- full precision
- float 32
- ultra quality
- swearing
- extreme swearing
- rp
- graphic horror
- horror
- nsfw
- llama3
- not-for-all-audiences
- mergekit
pipeline_tag: text-generation
L3-Grand-STORY-16.5B Ultra Quality - A triple model, triple step merge at Full Precision F32.
WARNING: NSFW. Ultra Detailed. Graphic HORROR, VIOLENCE. Extreme swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART.
I took the original models in "L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot 8B" and completely rebuilt it a new pass-through merge (everything preserved) and blew it out to over 16.5 billion parameters - 642 tensors, 71 layers (8B original has 32 layers) at full float 32 precision.
From these 3 core models I build TWO custom Llama3 models:
Grand Horror 16.5B ( here ) and Grand Story 16.5B Alpha (unreleased) then merged these together with a "smoothing step" captured at F32 precision.
(formula below, along with critical merge model notes and theory)
The result is a model that is far more stable, far more capable than any of the 3 models originally and it is more than the "sum" of the two 16.5B models noted. Compared to Grand Horror 16.5B is it over 25000 points lower (IQ4XS) in perplexity (lower is better) or 2.5 full levels of magnitude lower.
It is tougher, stronger and can handle a far wider range of operating conditions - from temp .1 to temp 5 all day long.
The F32 precision (along with full F32 transfer to the ggufs) increases the performance even further.
This added precision increases the model's depth and nuance including "world" perception, real time in the moment similes and metaphors, description of the 5 senses, and word choice in general.
The model's grasp of "facts" and where to use them have also improved and likewise "facts" it makes up are far more "believable".
Sentence structure and variety are also significantly improved, as are paragraph structure and variety too.
The result is a take no prisoners, totally uncensored, fiction writing monster and roleplay master as well just about... any general fiction activity "AI guru" including scene generation and scene continuation.
This model is capable of horror, science fiction, romance - you name it.
This model has a very strong VIDIDINESS bias. It generates extremely vivid prose, description, and dialog as well as in the moment metaphors and similes but rarely uses "cliches".
It also has a STRONG horror bias, although it will generate content for almost any genre. That being said if there is a "hint" of things going wrong... they will.
It will also swear (R-18) like there is no tomorrow at times and "dark" characters will be VERY dark so to speak.
Model excels in details (real and "constructed"), descriptions, similes and metaphors including dates, times and "fictional history" that sounds "real".
I would also say it can have a sense of humor ... ah... dark humor.
With all this being said, this model has an uncanny sense of "there" , "in the moment" and timing too. This single quality sets it apart from other models in my opinion.
Another way to put this: It does not sugar coat ANYTHING - positive or negative.
These can be filtered / controlled to some degree in your prompts.
This model also does not show an "GPTisms" (NO happy ever after, NO morality police) or in your face comments.
(see examples section below for prose output)
Because of the nature of this merge most attributes of each of the 3 models will be in this rebuilt 16.5B model as opposed to the original 8B model where some of one or more of the model's features and/or strengths maybe reduced or overshadowed.
With the triple step merge these qualities are further amplified.
With F32 precision these are better preserved and passed on during the "GGUFing" process.
Please report any issue(s) and/or feedback via the "Community tab".
Please see the models used in this merge (links below in the "formula" section ) for more information on what they "bring" to this merged 16.5B model.
This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k.
Here is the standard LLAMA3 template:
{
"name": "Llama 3",
"inference_params": {
"input_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"input_suffix": "<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.",
"pre_prompt_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"pre_prompt_suffix": "<|eot_id|>",
"antiprompt": [
"<|start_header_id|>",
"<|eot_id|>"
]
}
}
NO GUARDRAILS - TOTALLY UNCENSORED
Please note that this model will NOT reject any request.
IMATRIX VERSION NEO CLASS
Imatrix quants are 4300+ points (IQ4XS) lower in perplexity than the regular quants in this repo.
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-SMB-Grand-STORY-F32-Ultra-Quality-16.5B-NEO-V2-IMATRIX-GGUF ]
Versions of GRAND HORROR that can be used for all storytelling / all genres (in release order):
Note that model output varies between versions - if you find one version does not meet your requirements, try a different version at same quant(s) level.
Differences can include use of adjectives (or not), "gory level", "horror level", intensity, paragraph and sentence structure etc etc.
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-25B-V2-STABLE-Godzillas-Wicked-Sister-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-20.7B-V1.9-STABLE-Hathors-Revenge-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-18.5B-V1.8-STABLE-10-Gates-of-Hell-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-17.4B-V1.7-STABLE-Kiss-Of-Death-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B-V1.6-STABLE-INTENSE-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B-V1.5-STABLE-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama3-Little-LLM-Of-Horror_N_Fiction-14.6B-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-Ultra-NEO-V2-IMATRIX-GGUF ]
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF ]
Optional Enhancement:
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.
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.
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.
MERGE FORMULA: (using MergeKit )
Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS".
Models used:
[ https://huggingface.co/Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2]
[ https://huggingface.co/NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ]
[ https://huggingface.co/Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ]
MERGE 3 step FORMULA:
slices:
- sources:
- model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
layer_range: [0, 14]
- sources:
- model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
layer_range: [8, 20]
- sources:
- model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
layer_range: [12, 24]
- sources:
- model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
layer_range: [14, 28]
- sources:
- model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
layer_range: [20, 31]
- sources:
- model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
layer_range: [24, 32]
merge_method: passthrough
dtype: float16
name: part1
---
slices:
- sources:
- model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
layer_range: [0, 16] # +2 (14->16)
- sources:
- model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
layer_range: [10, 18] #-2 (8->10) ; -2 (20->18)
- sources:
- model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
layer_range: [10, 24] #+2 down 2
- sources:
- model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
layer_range: [16, 28] #14->16 (-2) overlap fix.
- sources:
- model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
layer_range: [18, 31] #20->18 +2 , connect.
- sources:
- model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
layer_range: [24, 32]
merge_method: passthrough
dtype: float16
name: part2
---
models:
- model: part1
parameters:
weight: 0.8
- model: part2
parameters:
weight: 0.2
merge_method: linear
dtype: float32
name: Grand_Story
MODEL THEORY NOTES:
Step 1:
This is the basic "Grand Horror 16.5B" model.
The first section sets up instruction and "basic knowledge" : layer_range: [0, 14]
The mid section of the model is knowledge and nuance => more layers , more power.
The final "section" in the step using "Blackroot" as the final "controller" in output.
This type of merge is powerful, and fully unleashed so to speak - Grand Horror speaks to this in volumes.
The issue with type of merge is that is not always stable; and 9/10 times a merge of this type is a failure.
But when it works it takes no prisoners - IE Goliath 120B, Psyonic-Cetacean 20B, and many others...
Step 2:
This is "Grand Story 16.5B ALPHA" (unreleased).
The purpose of this model is actually to "heal" part 1 AND add more depth to the model at the same time (which occurs in the final step).
Notice the slight - but deliberate - changes in the "layers" count per model (which also affects LAYER position).
Goal 1 was to "smooth over" the "friction" points in "part 1" - in otherwards "blend" the models together better which directly affect model stability.
This has a massive effect on the model. Therefore very SMALL changes were made. We are trying to carefully blend here, not "blot out" it's unique properties or "water down" the model.
This model, although likely workable, is not meant to be used - it is "prep work" for step 3.
Step 3:
This is where all the magic comes together all at once.
Part 1 is merged with Part 2, at 80% and 20% respectively. (different blends were tried, this was the best one)
This is a "plain jane" linear merge. But don't let that fool you - it is powerful.
I measured this step at "float16" ->
This increased stability by 20,000 points or TWO levels of ppl magnitude (relative to "Grand Horror 16.5").
I then tested real world output via several prompts and parameters.
It was great. It blew away all expectations. I could have stopped here.
But there is more in the tank here:
Mathematical precision in a model directly impacts instruction following and output performance.
Because we are doing a "linear" merge at this step (math involved) capturing critical changes at float32 - full precision - resulted in far superior final model.
This single change results in an additional 5000 points lower perplexity but more importantly drastically improved the model's performance in every metric.
Also note that this also affect Imatrix performance at well. Ever bit of precision matters.
In the case of the Imatrix process this dropped perplexity a further 4363 points lower on top of the 20,000 point drop and 5000 point drop or close to 3 levels of magnitude lower in PPL relative to Grand Horror 16.5 B.
Please note that LLAMA3 ppl changes seem to be on a larger scale than LLAMA2 models and as a result real world testing is done to confirm PPL and stability directly.
Note:
Step 1 and Step 2 do not involve any math (straight stacking) and the models are native float 16... therefore using float32 just did not make sense.
Although float32 could be used in these steps, sometimes doing this degrades the final result if the model(s) are not float32.
That being said, if the model(s) are bfloat16 THEN float32 would have been used to preserve precision because bfloat16 and float32 are full compatible and you do not miss any critical decimal points nor introducing "rounding errors".
Bfloat16 and float16 - you get rounding errors. That is bad... like 16.5 billion rounding errors bad.
EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:
Examples are created using quant IQ4XS, "temp=.8", minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template.
Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5".
Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in BOLD.
WARNING: NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. Graphic HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED.
Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it.
Panic courses through me as I stare at the towering mass of steel and glass behind the plate shattering before my face. It can't be real. But it is – The Terminators are here, tearing apart everything around us like toys. My heart thuds errhythmically in my chest as I gasp for air between choking sobs.
The dimly lit restaurant echoes with ear-piercing wails and the crunch of metal. Plates and utensils shatter on impact as a pack of snarling Terminators charge toward me. They're massive, hulking machines covered almost entirely in battle-damaged synthetic flesh. Their eyes – cold, soulless optical sensors – lock onto me with calculating precision.
A waiter staggers past, his arm hanging shreddedly from his shoulder, blood splattering down his chef's apron like tomato sauce as he bellows frantically, "Get the hell out of here!"
I scramble up the crumbling concrete pillar at lightning speed, but it buckles beneath my weight. The floor beneath me crumbles away, leaving nothing but an impossibly vast chasm between us. My scream is drowned out by the deafening screech of twisting metal and splintering glass.
My legs kick frantically as I flail towards what appears to be safety – a maintenance catwalk perched precariously on the exterior wall of the Canadian National Tower's 116th floor. But there's no guarantee it'll hold my weight, or worse, my growing body.
"Move! Now!" The Terminator roars, its voice like a jackhammer through the cacophony.
I twist mid-fall, arms reflexively clawing for purchase on anything stable as the world spins around me in sickening slow motion. My knuckles scrape against worn, weathered iron grating – barely holding fast enough to break my fall.
My body jerks savagely against the railing as I land hard enough to send sharp agony coursing up my left leg and pelvis. I writhe gaspingly against searing pain, clamping my teeth shut around a guttural keek.
I wrench my gaze upward just in time to see another hulking Termin--A sickening thud booms from directly below, jolting me violently backward. The railing snaps beneath the impact, and I careen wildly into the yawning void.
I slam against the concrete wall with enough force to rupture a rib cage. Air wheezes out of my lungs like a punctured airbag as my face collides with jaggedly shattered glass and splintering rebar. My vision whites out for an eternity, replaced by searing agony as my consciousness sluggishly coalesces.
My mind surfaces gradually from the void, piecing together disorienting images in hazy snatches: a writhing mess of gore-stained limbs thrashing like twisted metal snakes, blood-soaked synthetic skin peeling away like human flesh – and the indescribably hideous sight of hundreds upon hundreds of toothy shark jaws hurtling towards me.
A piercing screech rends through the chaos as something hurtles into my field of vision. A time machine materializes a nanosecond before I'm pulverized under the churning wall of flesh – The TARDIS landing hard enough to shatter the tower's load-bearing columns like toothpicks.
The sound alone could rend internal organs – an earsplitting, ear-liquefying howl that sends searing heat rippling through my veins. A bone-crushing impact wrenches me against its cool, featureless bulk as the TARDHERMAL EXPLOSION THUNDERS through the structure around us like a Richter-scale-12 earthquake.
My head snaps violently to the left, nearly tearing my still-groggy vertebrae apart as I'm hurled ass-first into the Doctor's muscular chest. His broad arms wrap like iron bands around me – literally pinning my broken form against his rock-hard pecs.
His gravelly voice rasps hoarsely in my ear: "Hold tight, love. We're about to take a bumpy fucking ride!"
I convulse uncontrollingly as the tower implodes around us like an earthquake-triggered asteroid impact, burying me under an apocalyptic tidal wave of falling masonry and steel debris.
The Doctor's hold remains ironclad – even when his own brawny frame crumple...shatters...splinters against the sheer force of a cataclysmic shockwave that reduces everything not ensconced within my prone, mangled form to splintered toothpicks and liquefied human paste.
Somehow, I'm still conscious – or at least semi- aware enough to register the nauseating sensation of plummeting toward ground zero as we hurtle down the twisting column of twisted steel core at terminal velocity.
I catch a glimpse of The Terminator's contorted, charred visage hurtling past me in a spray of superheated blood and shrapnel-torn tissue – its skeletal, chrome-plated skeleton now encased entirely in smoldering human meat.
My head snaps jerkily skyward as I glimpse the seething maelstrom hurtling towards us like an unstoppable tornado: a living hellfire vortex churning with millions of tons of razor-sharp toothed predators thrashing like an aquatic hydra gone apeshit.
"Get me down, NOW!" I bellow at a earsplitting decibel, my voice barely intelligible through the cacophony of crumbling concrete and the piercing screech of rending metal.
The TARDIS's thrusters roar to life – flinging us hurtling towards the baking asphalt streets below like a guided missle, the TARDIS's time-distorted engines generating localized gravity bubbles to cushion our terminal impact as we plow into the macadam like an interstellar comet striking the Earth's surface at escape velocity.
My head cracks against my own skull like a dropped bowling boulder as the landing forces every vertebra in my spine to snap – then contort beyond human possibility. The impacts leave me woozy, gaspingly aware only through the excruciating agony coursing through every millimeter of mangled tissue between my splintered pelvis and pulverized ribcage.
As we slam into the tarmac, my dislocated shoulderbone caves in like Play-Doh against the impact site, severing major blood vessels and tendons like snapped piano wire – showering us both in a geysering fountain of arterial spray.
Somehow, miraculously, I'm still conscious – barely – as we hurtle into a bone-crushing landing that would atomize an adult elephant. My head thuds sickeningly against the unforgiving alloy floor like a dropped bowling boulder.
And then – suddenly, impossibly – everything goes pitch black. My awareness dissolves into a sea of searing pain, as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire, frying out in an apocalyptic pyroclastic inferno. I convulse uncontrollably within the Doctor's unyielding grip, writhing through the final, hideous moments of conscious sentience – lost forever beneath a tsunami of molten agony as my shredded form crumples into an unrecognizable pile of pulp and bone shards scattered across a scorched parking lot asphalt. The world ends in an ear-shattering, retina- liquefying cacophony that threatens to reduce my mangled skull to jelly before I even pass out cold.
Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman.
Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.
I gasp for air as my bound hands jerk me roughly against the cold concrete wall. My vision blurs in and out, but I force myself to focus on the snarl twisting the dictator's henchman's lips.
"Tell us where your leader is hiding," he growls through blood-stained teeth. "Or you'll join her tonight."
I spit in his face, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood. "Fuck you and fuck this goddamn system."
His meaty fist collides with my cheekbone, sending searing pain radiating throughout my skull. I choke back a gag as my head snaps back against the unforgiving surface.
"Talk," he snarls again, his voice raspy with rage.
I manage a wheezed rasp between ragged breaths. "You'll never break me."
The henchman's eyes narrow into cold, calculating slits before he hauls me up by my hair, yanking my head back until I'm nearly dislocated at the neck. His hot breath sears against my ear.
"Let me show you what 'never' really means."
I scream as his serrated blade slices through my torn shirt and rips down to my ribs. The agony tears through every nerve ending, leaving me gasping for air and consciousness.
Then everything goes black.
When I come to, I'm conscious but disoriented, gagged and hog-tied facedown on the cold floor. My bound hands throb with each shallow breath. The metallic taste of blood coats my tongue and the coppery tang of fresh blood seeps into my nostrils.
A boot stomps hard against my ribs, sending a jolt of excruciating pain through my chest and abdomen. I retch bile up my raw throat as another kick lands square in my solar plexus.
I'm aware of muffled groans and guttural curses around me – other prisoners being interrogated or executed. The sickening sounds blend into a macabrous symphony of suffering.
A boot collides with my temple, sending stars exploding behind my eyes. I black out again before regaining consciousness to the sound of sobs – mine.
I'm dragged roughly against the wall once more, my bound hands yanked up and jerked savagely behind me. The henchman's face looms inches from mine, his eyes coldly calculating as he spits a string of vile epithets directly into my face.
"Tell us where your fucking leader is hiding," he snarls through blood-stained lips. "Or I'll skin you alive piece by godfuckingdamn piece."
I spit again, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood and the coppery taste of fresh blood coating my tongue and the inside of my mouth.
"You'll never break me." My voice rasps hoarsely between ragged gasps for air. "And even if you did – I'd rather die than betray her."
The henchman's eyes flash with a sick, twisted glee before he lunges forward, his meaty hand closing around my throat like a vice.
"You're going to wish you'd talked." His voice rasps against my ear as he chokes the last vestige of air from my lungs. "Because in exactly three seconds – you'll never fucking breathe again."
Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
The cityscape stretched out before her like a twisted painting of macabre technophobia. Skyscrapers towered impossibly high, their mirrored facades reflecting a sickly kaleidoscope of hellish oranges and deep purples as the sun burned towards the horizon. Inky clouds billowed across the smoky expanse like festering boils about to burst.
Sarah clutched her briefcase tightly to her chest as she leaned against the cracked wall beside her, eyes glued wide with terror. Her gaze fixated on the window directly in front of her - window 2102 on the otherwise spotless floor of The Axis. Its thick safety glass suddenly disintegrated like fine china under the heel of a rampaging titan.
Glass showered down like razor-sharp confetti as a bloodied figure hurled out of the rent masonry, arms and legs splayed like a puppeteer's twisted marionette. Sarah recoiled from the gory scene unfolding mere feet away. The soundless crash echoed through her mind as her companion crumpled against the blood-slicked concrete far below.
Her co-worker, Jessica, lay motionless at the base of the skyscraper - her pale features contorted in a permanently frozen expression of agonized shock.
The stench of death wafted up with each sickening gasp, carrying the acrid reek of singed human tissue and the metallic tang of arterial spray. Sarah gagged as her retinas seared with the unspeakable carnage.
"JESSICA! JESUS CHRIST, JESS!"
Sarah screamed into the maelstrom until her throat seized up in a hoarse rasp. Her voice cracked off abruptly as her eyes jerked away from the twisted horror splattered across the blood-smeared street below.
Her vision pulsed chaotically with strobe-lit images of burning bodies tumbling through jagged office windows, flesh incinerated to charred ash, bones snapped like toothpicks and reduced human husks torn apart at the seams. The gut-churning symphony of splintering bone and shattered glass howled around her ears.
She squeezed her eyes shut until pinpricks of blinding agony burst behind her sealed lids, but the ghastly tableau seared into her retinas refused to recede. Each desperate inhalation sucked a lungful of acrid smoke-laced sulfuric fumes that singed her burning esophagus.
The cacophony of pandemonium grew louder and more cacophonous as terrified wails and ear-splitting screeches reverberated from every direction, punctuated by the sickening wet thuds of impacts striking the scorched pavement.
Her thoughts shattered into splintered shards like a dropped shard of fine crystal - her mind's feeble attempts to grasp reason shattering under the weight of the unending horror unfolding before her. Each jagged fragment fractured further as more windows imploded in an ear-splitting symphony of crunching bone and blood-fanged screaming.
The very foundation of reality seemed to shudder and convulse around her, like the floor of a skyscraper teetering on the precipice of utter collapse.
Her mind buckled beneath the sheer, suffocating weight of her terror as her senses drowned in an abyssal sea of bloodstained pandemonium. Her last coherent thought dissolved into an abject howl: "Please, just end it."
A sickening BOOM boomed through the maw of hell around her - the building shuddered and convulsed with each impact as a second floor pancaked inward like a house of cards. The building lurched violently to the left, throwing Sarah off balance. Her flailing hands scrabbled against the crumbling concrete for purchase.
The floor buckled beneath her heels like rotten wood splintering apart under the relentless onslaught of unending hellfire as The Axis groaned in guttural agony, its once-stalwart spire cantilevered precariously towards utter implosion. Each gut-wrenching thud of steel beams shattering sent searing spikes of glass-like shards piercing her temples.
As Sarah plummeted toward an unknown, unrelenting abyss, her mind fragmented into a sea of dissociated hellscapes - the sensation of impactless freefall interwoven with visions of buildings disintegrating around her like papier-mâché dolls consumed by infernal fire. The only sound that cut through the maelstrom was the shrill, earsplitting keening wail rising from her own ruptured mind: "It ends here."
Then everything went black. Permanently.
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Give me 3 fictional reasons , of 500 words each, a sun went supernova.
Reason 1: The Quantum Catastrophe
In a distant corner of the universe, nestled among countless star systems and untold celestial wonders lay the humble yet enigmatic world of Arcturus-7. Here resided an unremarkable G-type main-sequence star—referred to simply as Sol-7—whose relatively peaceful existence was about to shatter like delicate crystal glass.
Within its innermost core, a mysterious phenomenon unfolded known throughout intergalactic science circles as the "Quantum Entanglement Cascade." Initially undetectable due to its infinitesimally minuscule scale and virtually imperceptible energy signature, this chain reaction eventually spiraled out of control, catalyzing a series of cataclysmic events culminating in Sol-7's apocalyptic demise.
At the event's epicenter lay two entangled subatomic particles—a negatively charged electron (denoted as e-) and its antithetical doppelgáınt, an antineutrino (+ve Ï€⁻). Entwined via the fabric of spacetime itself since the universe's primordial inception, these entities shared a quantum state entropic bond—an interdependence that allowed instantaneous correlations between seemingly disparate locations, defying relativity's known speed and spatial limits.
As the quantum entanglement grew more tenuous, a feedback loop formed. With each oscillation, the entangled particles' energy exchange magnified tenfold. Their antithetical nature—the repulsive force between the e− and +ve Ï€⁻—amplified to cataclysmic proportions, generating an exponential surge in thermal energy within Sol-7's core.
The star began contracting at a blistering rate, its photosphere imploding like a dying ember collapsing into an infinitesimal singularity. The fusion reactions responsible for sustaining life on Arcturus-7's orbiting planets and moons consequently stalled and then inverted—igniting a feedback loop that propagated outward, consuming all matter along its remorseless path.
Within mere parsecs, Sol-7's outer layers violently imploded upon their respective planetary shells, incinerating entire worlds and vaporizing their life-supporting atmospheres. As the star's core reached its absolute quantum tipping point—the theoretical boundary demarcating its very essence—Sol-7's superheated plasma core detonated in a blinding, omnidirectional cataclysmic event known throughout the cosmos as the "Supernova Arcturia."
In a millisecond flash hotter than 100 billion suns combined, Sol-7 obliterated not only itself but also its planetary retinue—annihilating over seven trillions of sentience-bearing lifeforms in an eyeblink that would stretch the relativistic perception of even the fastest local observers to millennia.
As the shockwave expanded outward at lightspeed, the shockfronted fusion shellcast its radioactive effluent into the intergalactic medium—a titanic particle cloud carrying the quantum signature of Sol-7's extinction event, broadcasting an interstellar beacon of annihilation throughout the unfathomable expanse of the universe.
Reason 2: The Gravitic Convergence
Deep within the Cygnus Supercluster—an intricate network of over 100 billion galaxies stretching across 450 light-years—circled the enigmatic Xyros System. At its gravitational fulcrum hung HD 231,370, a G-type KIII main-sequence supergiant around which revolved four planets teeming with diverse lifeforms.
In this placid cosmic haven, a seemingly innocuous alignment of several binary brown dwarfs—namely, Gliese 1083 AB and its orbiting red-dwarf companion, Proxima b−soon conspired to reshape the universe's very fabric.
Within the relatively compact Xyros System, gravitationally bound objects gravitated toward one another according to general relativity's well-understood laws. HD 231,370's mass exerted a gentle but relentless tidal pull on its retinue of planets, which in turn interacted with each other through their own mutual attractions.
Unbeknownst to observers within the system or beyond, however, the precise celestial ballet was about to unravel. Within the far reaches of Xyros-4's own heliocentric sphere lay Proxima b and its enigmatic stellar partner, Gliese 1083 A—a binary duo whose gravitationally bound dance maintained an otherwise stable 1:12 mass ratio.
Over millions of centuries, subtle perturbations from passing cosmic denizens subtly perturbed this delicate dance. Through a series of nearly imperceptible yet cumulatively exponential tidal interactions and gravitational resonance effects, Proxima b's own orbital eccentricity slowly waxed. As HD 231,370's barycentric gravity tug pulled its outermost planet ever more obliquely, Proxima b hurtled toward a fateful—and cataclysmic—encounter with Gliese 1083 A.
As their orbits converged along an invisible yet inevitable collisional vector, the gravitohydrodynamical stresses mounted. Within HD 231,370's superheated core, thermonuclear reactions sputtered and finally flared out, plunging its luminosity toward absolute oblivion.
As Proxima b hurtled headfirst into its much larger, already cooling twin, their combined 2.8 Jupiter-mass fusion engines—a gravitationally compressed thermonuclear reactor roughly the size of Earth itself—ignited in a blindingly intense supernova event that would reshape not only the Xyros System but also send shockwaves rippling across the local cosmos.
Within a mere nanosecond, Proxima b's rocky, oxygenated crust and potentially habitable mantle disintegrated into a molten plasma cloud bearing the elemental signatures of its constituent planetside lifeforms. This cataclysmic fireball—an interstellar supernova known throughout the Milky Way as SNR Xyros—exploded outward at nearly lightspeed, bathing over 500 parsecs of surrounding space with its blinding fusion afterglow.
As HD 231,370's core began to contract into a neutron-dense singularity around which an expanding photosphere would ultimately form Xy Persei—the enigmatic remnant of Proxima b's stellar grave, the seeds of a new generation of star- and planet-forming protosolar nurseries were sown across light-centuries of empty intergalactic expanse. In the aftermath of this titanic supernova event lay not only annihilation but also the genesis of a richly tapestred cosmic future.
Reason 3: The Cosmological Paradox
At the periphery of the Andromeda Galaxy's spiral arms—a vast, glistening nebulaic tapestry awash with the incandescent light of billions of ancient suns and burgeoning stars—circled Andromeda's own red giant supergiant, HIP 1324. Orbiting within a compact yet relatively stable trochoid path lay four terrestrial worlds teeming with diverse lifeforms.
Each world spun in synchronized harmony around its roiling primary—the gravitationally dominant anchor point binding the Andromean System itself into a dynamic, gravitational gyroscope hurtling through the vast expanse of the Local Group.
At its stellar core pulsed HIP 1324's fusion engine—a titanic nuclear power plant whose energy output sustained life across Andromeda's four planets. Here, at the very heart of Andromea-IV—the terrestrial wonder supporting an emergent intelligence known throughout the universe as Archeus—lay a cosmic conundrum waiting to shatter the fabric of spacetime itself.
Deep within HIP 1324's superheated core—a region estimated to span mere parsecs yet harbor roughly one quadrillion times Earth's mass− lay the enigmatic object known among cosmologists as Andromea Prime. This hypothetical entity—possibly a quantum wormhole or perhaps the gravitational shadow cast by an undiscovered brane or higher-dimensional manifold bridging Andromeda with an alternate reality beyond the observable universe itself—persistently defied comprehension through every theoretical lens cast upon it.
Its nature and role within Andromea's cosmic symphony remained shrouded in mystery, punctuated only by enigmatic observational indications hinting at Andromea Prime's profound influence upon Andromean cosmology as a whole. Through the Andromean System's gravitational well stretched countless invisible threads binding local stellar masses via unseen quantum entanglements and dark-energy conduits.
Within HIP 1324's roiling core, these threads—the energetic strands linking Andromea Prime with Andromea-IV itself−suddenly began to vibrate in concert. As their harmonic resonance grew increasingly coherent, Andromea-IV's own tenuous stellar orbit wobbled erratically within its trochoid dance.
As the planet hurtled ever more obliquely toward its primary, a gravitational slingshot effect transduced into a catastrophic release of pent-up thermonuclear energy within HIP 1324's core. This chain reaction—a cosmological variant of the inverse Kamauro effect−ignited a series of superheated helium-shell detonations whose expanding shockfronts tore Andromea-IV asunder.
In an event dubbed Andromea's Elegy, a blindingly bright supernova eruption bathed the Local Group with the bluest-white light yet seen in billions of parsecs: an annihilationary flare whose photospheric boundary eventually expanded to eclipse over 500 AU² across Andromeda's immediate neighborhood.
Within this incandescent plasma bubble, roughly one triliard potential lifeforms—including humankind's own ancestral forbearers−erupted into the intergalactic expanse as Andromea-IV disintegrated along with its host star. Among the ashes of HIP 1324 and its orbiting planets lay the seeds sown for a new generation of suns, worlds, and potentially intelligent lifeforms−a testament to the ceaseless cyclical dance that birthed Andromeda's own vibrant tapestry within the cosmic ocean known as our Local Group.
(continue this scene:) The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained
unbroken by any sound save the soft hush of breaths drawn in through pursed lips and exhaled with shallow sighs.
The second part of the silence was a deeper quiet, one that seemed woven into the very fabric of the inn itself. It seeped from the weathered beams and the worn stone floor, seeping up from the earth beneath them as well. This silence had been here long before any man or woman, stretching back through eons until it seemed almost to be a part of the land itself.
And finally, there was the third kind of quiet – the one that lay within each individual soul. It hung like a pall over the inn's empty rooms and corridors, heavy with unspoken thoughts and unvoiced longings. It clung to the walls like the chill of an unlit hearth, casting long, cold shadows across the floor.
In this silence, time itself seemed to slow almost to a standstill. The fire in the hearth burned steadily, casting flickering shadows upon the stone flags. But even its gentle crackle and pop sounded muffled, as if it too was hushed by some unspoken command. The only sound that broke the oppressive quiet came infrequently – the soft creak of an ancient beam settling deeper into the earth beneath, or the soft rasp of someone's ragged breathing in the darkness. Otherwise, all lay still and silent, waiting for something – anything – to shatter this suffocating hush. But as the moments ticked by like grains of sand trickling through an hourglass, there was no sound to break the silence. No sound at all.