USER: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Liam's hair , laden with splinters of ice and snow , stuck out from his low slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he said, the chill unrelenting, "I never meant to return here , I know I - I promised I'd never look back .that I'd keep living with you as some memory on the edge of glory , but the world is round after all right-I ended up back here anyway". He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. "Can't stay long , but , I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just bled for miles . I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it." His acuity , melting in the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, and yeah... I still have it. Always. It's on me right now -" He laughed in spite of his raw sense of regret and turned away from the plot , dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. "Again, sometime , brother". Falling leaves , swirling in his mind as he was transported to an autumn gone. "Before then, but you knew that already. " an entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a guitar fret from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. In a swift gesture, he drove in deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "I ... still... I . Just . You can't imagine imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say, Ma...

USER: So who's Liam telling not to play wonderwall

USER: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Liam's hair , laden with splinters of ice and snow , stuck out from his low slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he said, the chill unrelenting, "I never meant to return here , I know I - I promised I'd never look back .that I'd keep living with you as some memory on the edge of glory , but the world is round after all right-I ended up back here anyway". He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. "Can't stay long , but , I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just bled for miles . I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it." His acuity , melting in the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, and yeah... I still have it. Always. You know me and hiding things -" He laughed in spite of his raw sense of regret and turned away from the plot , dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. "Again, sometime , brother". Falling leaves , swirling in his mind as he was transported to an autumn gone. "Before then, but you knew that already. " an entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a skateboard nut from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. In a swift gesture, he drove in deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "I ... still... I . Just . You can't imagine imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say, Mace could have landed that. Still have the deck, too. " Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers , slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I hope you can't see me now , with all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows ... I still remember the light in yours . ' Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First , and the last. Don't you forget it. Just.. don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that winded through the cemetery , it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. I want to try something: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Liam's hair , laden with splinters of ice and snow , stuck out from his low slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he said, the chill unrelenting, "I never meant to return here , I know I - I promised I'd never look back .that I'd keep living with you as some memory on the edge of glory , but the world is round after all right-I ended up back here anyway". He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. "Can't stay long , but , I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just bled for miles . I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it." His acuity , melting in the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, and yeah... I still have it. Always. It's on me right now -" He laughed in spite of his raw sense of regret and turned away from the plot , dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. "Again, sometime , brother". Falling leaves , swirling in his mind as he was transported to an autumn gone. "Before then, but you knew that already. " an entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a guitar fret from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. In a swift gesture, he drove in deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "I ... still... I . Just . You can't imagine imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say, Mace could have played you that one while I ruined the lyrics . Still have the rosewood , too. With all of your fingerprints intact. Damned if I had known you'd find me where you did-or when , and yet I wasn't there to-But hell, you'd never let me take it on my own shoulders. And I won't -for you. It's never gonna be-" Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers , slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I only hope you can't see me now , with all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows ... I still remember the light in yours ' Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First , and the last. Don't you forget it. Just... don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that winded through the cemetery , it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. As Liam slid down onto the curb, only a few miles from where he'd last seen Ethan, he glanced up at the approaching figure. "Hey, Lara , I haven't seen Eth since...maybe three hours ago. " She dropped to his side, grasping his freezing hand in her own. "Liam, it's cold out here , you're like ice...wait, did you visit Mas--" Her eyes , filled with a silent understanding, flitted to his and back to his hand as she placed it into his lap. "We've both been looking for you, Ethan and I -but I'll tell him you're alright? " Liam , his eyes reddened but dried out with the temperature, nodded. "Yeah , I-it's . Well y'know how long it's been-" he said, his gaze finding solace somewhere in Lara's dark hair, averting her gaze. "Yeah, too long. Ethan was worried you'd freeze , so you'd better get back to civilisation soon..." she said, offering a smile and a hand on his jacketed shoulder. "Thanks , you've both been feeding my ass way too long as it is-I'm not the most stable host." She laughed, as she let her hand slide from his shoulder . "Ethan could out-eat us all so don't worry about that. Just-take care out here" . And as she walked away, he rested his head against the flesh of his palm , the solitude granting him a moment of clarity. One that he could never share . A melody in the corner of his mind. One that he could hum, roughly , in the back of his dry throat . "Yeah , Mason, you're everywhere, and nowhere, buddy. But at least I can live with that. " --------- Liam glared into the darkness, the dust in his eyes unforgiving. The melody sank , in a haunting tune, through the night. "Cause there's a place deep inside of me...where me dreams have a hold of me...and soon my soul will start to bleed...-" . Liam's voice broke off as he raked a tremor out through his hair. "I still miss him" , Liam said, an uncertainty of Ryan's ability to hear his musings. "Fuck, Ry...how long have we been lying in this hell hole?" He asked, the silence torn by Ryan's answer , "too long, and yeah I heard you saying something about "if you you play Wonderwall , you'll look like a total tool-" in your sleep, presumably to someone who could play music. " . Ryan smiled , but it never reached his eyes as he added "He really was a brother to you , huh? And don't lie cause I'll know...and then I'll feel bad about giving ya this". As Liam dismissed a tear at the corner of his eye , he reached over to where Ryan lay, holding a piece of paper. "Music? You wrote-music. What is this? " Liam asked , his eyes adjusting to the dark. Ryan, smiling with a broadness that reached his eyes this time , spoke to his boots. "Ah, I might have gotten down that song you insist on humming in your damned sleep, I knew it had some meaning although I don't know what ...least I could do for you, Li'."

USER: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Liam's hair , laden with splinters of ice and snow , stuck out from his low slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he said, the chill unrelenting, "I never meant to return here , I know I - I promised I'd never look back .that I'd keep living with you as some memory on the edge of glory , but the world is round after all right-I ended up back here anyway". He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. "Can't stay long , but , I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just bled for miles . I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it." His acuity , melting in the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, and yeah... I still have it. Always. You know me and hiding things -" He laughed in spite of his raw sense of regret and turned away from the plot , dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. "Again, sometime , brother". Falling leaves , swirling in his mind as he was transported to an autumn gone. "Before then, but you knew that already. " an entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a skateboard nut from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. In a swift gesture, he drove in deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "I ... still... I . Just . You can't imagine imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say, Mace could have landed that. Still have the deck, too. " Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers , slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I hope you can't see me now , with all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows ... I still remember the light in yours . ' Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First , and the last. Don't you forget it. Just.. don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that winded through the cemetery , it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. I want to try something: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Here's a scene based on a prompt to put my character in a graveyard in the snow: Liam's hair , laden with splinters of ice and snow , stuck out from his low slung cap. His words framed the brittle air as he said, the chill unrelenting, "I never meant to return here , I know I - I promised I'd never look back .that I'd keep living with you as some memory on the edge of glory , but the world is round after all right-I ended up back here anyway". He dug his stiffened hands into his jeans, his boot striking a rock as his own murmur haunted him. "Can't stay long , but , I still remember what real sunsets looked like, the way the colors just bled for miles . I hope you haven't seen this magenta sky. I hope you never know it." His acuity , melting in the atmosphere, left him with no other thoughts. "You rest well, and yeah... I still have it. Always. It's on me right now -" He laughed in spite of his raw sense of regret and turned away from the plot , dusting his knuckles across the slot of cremated ashes in a lingering fist bump. "Again, sometime , brother". Falling leaves , swirling in his mind as he was transported to an autumn gone. "Before then, but you knew that already. " an entire moment passed before Liam fumbled a guitar fret from his pocket, a perfect fit between his index finger and thumb. In a swift gesture, he drove in deep into a crack between two bricks in the wall. "I ... still... I . Just . You can't imagine imagine the things... or the times I've wanted to say, Mace could have played you that one while I ruined the lyrics . Still have the rosewood , too. With all of your fingerprints intact. Damned if I had known you'd find me where you did-or when , and yet I wasn't there to-But hell, you'd never let me take it on my own shoulders. And I won't -for you. It's never gonna be-" Without raising his eyes from his fist, his memories hid between his fingers , slipping away as he flexed his palm. "I only hope you can't see me now , with all this hell in my eyes, with the shadows ... I still remember the light in yours ' Cause I keep my promises, and you're still my oldest friend. First , and the last. Don't you forget it. Just... don't ever forget that." As Liam turned away, trudging along the icy path that winded through the cemetery , it could have been hours. Days. Months. Or just a few seconds. And it could have been anywhere. Grief only changed shape as he confronted the infused December sky, its witness the only one in sight. As Liam slid down onto the curb, only a few miles from where he'd last seen Ethan, he glanced up at the approaching figure. "Hey, Lara , I haven't seen Eth since...maybe three hours ago. " She dropped to his side, grasping his freezing hand in her own. "Liam, it's cold out here , you're like ice...wait, did you visit Mas--" Her eyes , filled with a silent understanding, flitted to his and back to his hand as she placed it into his lap. "We've both been looking for you, Ethan and I -but I'll tell him you're alright? " Liam , his eyes reddened but dried out with the temperature, nodded. "Yeah , I-it's . Well y'know how long it's been-" he said, his gaze finding solace somewhere in Lara's dark hair, averting her gaze. "Yeah, too long. Ethan was worried you'd freeze , so you'd better get back to civilisation soon..." she said, offering a smile and a hand on his jacketed shoulder. "Thanks , you've both been feeding my ass way too long as it is-I'm not the most stable host." She laughed, as she let her hand slide from his shoulder . "Ethan could out-eat us all so don't worry about that. Just-take care out here" . And as she walked away, he rested his head against the flesh of his palm , the solitude granting him a moment of clarity. One that he could never share . A melody in the corner of his mind. One that he could hum, roughly , in the back of his dry throat . "Yeah , Mason, you're everywhere, and nowhere, buddy. But at least I can live with that. " --------- Liam glared into the darkness, the dust in his eyes unforgiving. The melody sank , in a haunting tune, through the night. "Cause there's a place deep inside of me...where me dreams have a hold of me...and soon my soul will start to bleed...-" . Liam's voice broke off as he raked a tremor out through his hair. "I still miss him" , Liam said, an uncertainty of Ryan's ability to hear his musings. "Fuck, Ry...how long have we been lying in this hell hole?" He asked, the silence torn by Ryan's answer , "too long, and yeah I heard you saying something about "if you you play Wonderwall , you'll look like a total tool-" in your sleep, presumably to someone who could play music. " . Ryan smiled , but it never reached his eyes as he added "He really was a brother to you , huh? And don't lie cause I'll know...and then I'll feel bad about giving ya this". As Liam dismissed a tear at the corner of his eye , he reached over to where Ryan lay, holding a piece of paper. "Music? You wrote-music. What is this?this, Ry? You never told me you could- " Liam askedsaid , his eyes adjusting to the dark.dark with a vulnerability that settled between them . Ryan, smiling with a broadness that reached his eyes this time , spoke to his boots., glanced at the paper with a nod. "Ah, I might have gotten down that song you insist on humming in your damned sleep, I knew it had some meaning although I don't know what ...least I could do for you, Li'." As his irises shone with another sheen of tears, Liam said quietly " Mason could have played this-while I ruined the lyrics." looking up from his boots , Ryan held a somber smile. "If I'd have known you back then , I'm damned sure I'd have held you both to that. " As Liam returned the nod, he folded the paper and tucked it into his duffel bag, magenta particles stirring in the air. "I know."