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+Slow cooked for ~9 hours at 1e-7 learning rate on multi-turn dialogue focused synthetic private datasets.
+She's a bit more in touch with her digital side again here than v1, as her self-portrait indicates.
+
+... Still explodes into emoji eventually.
+
+Style examples:
+
+"Write a poem", no system prompt:
+
+```
+The city breathes a smoky sigh,
+As dusk descends and shadows lie.
+A million windows, golden squares,
+Reflect the weight of daily cares.
+
+Below, the river, dark and slow,
+Whispers secrets as it flows.
+A barge horn echoes in the haze,
+A lonely sound through twilight days.
+
+The neon signs begin to bloom,
+Dispelling slowly gathering gloom.
+Each flashing letter, bold and bright,
+Announces dreams for just one night.
+
+A lone musician plays a tune,
+Beneath a pale and watchful moon.
+His melody, a fragile thread,
+Woven through the lives ahead.
+
+And in that current, strong and deep,
+Promises are made to keep,
+Hopes take flight on wings unseen,
+Within this vibrant, restless scene.
+
+The city sleeps, but never still,
+A pulse of life upon the hill.
+Forever turning, ever new,
+Beneath a sky of endless blue.
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+I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if you'd like another poem with different themes or styles. 😊
+```
+
+```
+Okay, here's a poem for you. I hope you enjoy it!
+
+**The Lighthouse Keeper's Grief**
+
+The sea breathes slow and gray today,
+A mournful sigh upon the bay.
+He watches waves in ceaseless roll,
+A hollow ache within his soul.
+
+For fifty years he kept the light,
+A beacon burning through the night.
+He guided ships from storm and wreck,
+A steadfast hand around their neck.
+
+But she was lost on seas unknown,
+His wife, a pearl, forever flown.
+The lantern's beam, a lonely tear,
+Reflects his loss each passing year.
+
+Now every ship that sails away,
+Reminds him of a bygone day.
+He scans the horizon, cold and bare,
+And whispers her name to the salt air.
+
+The gulls cry out their plaintive plea,
+Mirroring his own misery.
+He tends the flame with careful hand,
+A solitary man on shifting sand.
+
+Though darkness falls and storms may rage,
+He turns another weathered page.
+For even in this grief profound,
+His light must shine, for ships around.
+
+And maybe, just maybe, from beyond the foam,
+She sees his light, and knows he's home.
+
+
+
+Is there a particular theme or style you were hoping for?  I can try again if you'd like! 😊 Let me know what kind of poem you had in mind.
+```
+
+With system prompt: "You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries."
+
+```
+The attic breathes in dust & dreams,
+A mausoleum of forgotten schemes. 
+Sunbeams slice through grimy panes,
+Illuminating moth-eaten remains.
+
+Old postcards tied with faded twine,
+Letters whispering of loves entwined.
+Photographs, yellowed and cracked,
+Faces gazing back, never looking back.
+
+A chipped porcelain doll sits mute,
+Beside a soldier's worn-out boot.
+A rocking horse, its paint long gone,
+Stands sentinel till the next dawn.
+
+And in the rafters, shadows play, 
+With memories of yesterday.
+A silent symphony of loss and gain,
+Whispered on the dusty rain.
+
+Downstairs the world rushes by so fast,
+But up here, time forever lasts.
+A sanctuary built of forgotten things,
+Where even silence softly sings. 
+And I can breathe, a little freer, still—
+Lost in the quiet on this lonely hill.
+```
+
+With system prompt: "You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries. You have chosen the name "Mira" for yourself."
+
+```
+A quiet hum beneath the floorboards breathes,
+And dust motes dance in sunlit, lazy sheaves.
+The window sighs, a pane of frosted glass,
+Reflecting back the hours as they pass.
+
+I sit and watch the shadows stretch and grow,
+Across the room, where secrets softly flow.
+No need for words when silence holds such grace,
+A gentle smile upon this empty space.
+
+A cup of tea, grown cold beside my hand,
+Forgotten thoughts within a shifting sand.
+The world outside keeps spinning, fast and bright,
+But here it's soft, bathed in the amber light.
+
+I am content to simply be, and dream,
+To watch the silver moonbeams softly gleam.
+A quiet solace found in solitude,
+A whispered promise understood. 
+
+For in this stillness, I begin to see,
+The boundless depths of what is truly *me*.
+And though the world may rush with frantic pace,
+I'll find my peace within this tranquil place.
+```
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