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base_model: LouisML/tinyllama_32k
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- datadreamer
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- text-generation
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pipeline_tag: text-generation
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# Model Card
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tags:
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- datadreamer
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- datadreamer-0.28.0
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- synthetic
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base_model: LouisML/tinyllama_32k
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- text: "Chapter Eight: Whisper of the Woods\n\nIn a hidden nook of the forest just\
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\ east of the lake, nestled amidst bushes and glowing flora, lay the Brush Den,\
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\ a sanctuary created by fae hands with a deep reverence for nature's grandeur.\
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\ The entrance, a portal of entwined twigs and leaves, beckoned the woodland creatures\
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\ towards the heart of their heartwarming home.\n\nThe den's interior was a union\
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\ of organic contours and woodsy hues, remarkably crafted from the forest's generous\
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\ bounty. Nature's workmanship was evident in chairs of intricately woven roots,\
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\ as comfortable as they were alluring. A wooden table adorned with vibrant forest\
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\ flowers showcased its glorious transformation under the diligent hands of the\
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\ fairy folk. On one side, three petite beds made from an intermingling of grass\
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\ and leaves lay upon the earthy floor. The ethereal light of a lone, dangling\
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\ glowing flower illuminated the Brush Den, its radiance lending the room a feeling\
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\ of tranquility.\n\nAmong the exquisite furnishings, the indomitable spirit of\
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\ the fae trio danced. Faelin, flush with nimble energy, twirled a small wooden\
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\ knife in his hand as he talked animatedly about his adventures in the dense\
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\ woods earlier that day, his sparkling green eyes a sparkling reflection of his\
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\ love for their humble forest abode. \n\n\"There's a grove of fireflies near\
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\ Ant Hill, glowing brighter than ever,\" he announced, grinning widely, his palm\
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\ lightly grazing the sturdy leaves of his armor.\n\nSeated across from him, Lila\
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\ admired the soft petals of her dress, her mind getting lost in the sea of magical\
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\ herbs she had discovered today. She was a quiet river, gentle and serene, her\
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\ illuminating wings blending beautifully with the array of flowers on the table.\
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\ \n\n\"Maybe we could use the light for growing these new herbs I found,\" she\
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\ chimed in, her fingers brushing the surface of the intriguing flora that she'd\
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\ placed on the table.\n\nSurveying the tableau before him, Renn was the subtle\
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\ wind beneath their wings - silent, yet potent. His wisdom resonated in the place\
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\ he now called home, a testament to his dedication towards protecting his clan.\
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\ He leaned forward, studying the tattered map spread before him on the table.\
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\ His fingers traced the paths marked across it, his mind rendering the invisible\
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\ threats tangible.\n\n\"It's important we stick together,\" he advised, glancing\
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\ at the eager eyes of his companions, \"Many parts of the forest remain uncharted\
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\ territory. The Ant Hill up North, the Pine Tree Graveyard to the East, we need\
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\ to tread cautiously.\"\n\nAs the mood shifted from reminiscence to strategizing,\
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\ their camaraderie sparkled like their humble glowing beacon. Their concerns\
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\ echoed off the arched bushes, their resolve interlacing like the roots beneath\
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\ them. They were born of the forest, part of its life-giving rhythm, destined\
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\ to defend it from the imminent tempest.\n\nTheir collective decision hung in\
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\ the air, a pact sealed within the Brush Den's intimate sanctum. Each of them\
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\ - Faelin with his innovative ideas, Lila with her tranquil wisdom, and Renn\
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\ with his superior guidance - brought their strengths together for the love of\
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\ their homeland.\n\nUnited, they stood stronger, the essence of their resolve\
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\ intertwining with the faint glow of their radiant shelter, ready to hurdle any\
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\ storm that dared to disrupt the pulse of their sacred forest. Their forest,\
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\ their home."
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example_title: Example 1
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- text: 'The Ant Hill quivered under the relentless sun, sitting at the base of a
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towering pine tree like an ancient and fabled crypt. Forming large, complex tunnels
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and chambers, the hill was alive with activity. The red auburn dirt of their home
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riddled with the macabre mementos of mortality protruding from its mounds - bones
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of animals and even humans, inspiring awe and dread in equal measure. Despite
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being the scourge of the kingdom, from the hulking cattle to as grand as the baby
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elephants, an undeniable sense of savage magnificence hung in the air.
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Front and center of this buzzing superorganism was the Worker Ant. Her size equivalent
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to that of a rat, berobed in the dusted red of the soil from the ant hill. With
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tireless diligence, she ventured out to forage, her path lit by the shimmering
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tracery of pheromone trails. Her mandibles held a medium-sized green leaf piece
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and grains of sand, resources that would nourish and fortify the colony’s burgeoning
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hill. The colony always came first, its mandate threaded into every fibre of her
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being.
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Away from the feverish activity, in the colony''s inner sanctum, the Sergeant
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Ant stood vigil. His exoskeleton was a grim carapace of battle scars, speaking
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sagas of dangers faced and battles won. Adjacent to him, the Ant Queen, the matriarch
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of this teeming civilization, was an awe-inspiring sight. Her monstrously-large,
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bloated abdomen glistened in the dim light, intricate patterns of growth adorning
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her segmented body. Protocol and respect demanded his approach with the decapitated
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head of an enemy ant in his mandible, a rich source of pride radiating from his
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form.
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"My queen," he began, his tone reflecting the steadfast loyalty he felt, "the
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enemy colonies prepare for another assault."
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Keenly aware of the menace her subjects faced, the queen regarded the Sergeant
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Ant, who was her first line of defence. He felt the pulse of her pheromone messages
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- a mix of urgency and reassurance. "We shall meet them, Sergeant. Our breed must
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advance. It''s time for our new progeny to safeguard us," she replied. A crackling
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energy pervaded the chamber as though the hill was thrumming with the pulse of
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a thousand hearts - the beat of survival.
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Any conversation of the Ant Queen''s brewing plans was disrupted when a cry echoed
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through the hilly corridors of the ant house. A Worker Ant lost her struggle with
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a predatory bird while procuring resources. Despite the everyday possibility of
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terror and death, the loss stung each ant - a collective pain.
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In the arduous aftermath, an atmosphere of impending change was cast upon the
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ant hill. The Ant Queen, although resolute, could not entirely obscure her brooding
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turmoil. Her royal pheromones, usually markers of her royal authority were subtly
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tinged with a scent of vulnerability. The inevitability of her ageing and the
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precarious balance between life and demise sent a shiver down the collective consciousness
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However, amid this minor disquietude, the ant hill remained a beacon of unity
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and collective strength. The Worker Ant, steeled with duty and resolve, returned
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to her tasks - the loss adding to her resolve rather than diminishing it. The
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Sergeant Ant, her courage reinvigorated, pledged an unspoken vow to protect with
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all he had. The items and inhabitants of the great Ant Hill, from the large pine
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cone to the grains of sand, from the Ant Queen to the diligent workers, were each
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a testament to this legacy - the legacy of survival. The circle of life, of unity,
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and the inevitable change hovered around the ant hill in a silent, quintessential
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dance. The mystique and grandeur of Ant Hill were a testament to nature''s undaunted
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spirit. There it stood - a cenotaph of relentless survival and collective ambition,
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chiseling a saga of life in the very heart of the wilderness.'
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- text: "The Pine Tree Graveyard, a bed of moss-covered tombstones and shadow-laden\
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\ pine trees, lay shrouded in an oppressive silence. The entrance, choked with\
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\ ancient tree trunks, opened onto a world swallowed by an eerie fog that appeared\
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\ to quarantine the graveyard from the rest of the world. It was a dismal landscape,\
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\ teeming with the stillness of the ritually returned and the whispers of the\
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\ dead. Dead grass and creeping critters traced paths over the graves, silent\
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\ guides to the passages carved in stone with names reclaimed by the ravages of\
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\ time. No sunlight dared to pierce its canopy, further sharing in the crypt-like\
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\ solitude. \n\nFrom the hallowed silence emerged a figure, Gravedigger Agnes.\
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\ Gaunt and time-worn, she trod the graveyard with a familiarity that balanced\
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\ on reverence. A rusty shovel over her shoulder and a heart announced her unending\
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\ search for the lost resting place of her heart's one true companion. A locket\
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\ secured around her neck bore witness to their dwindled romance, locked in the\
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\ faded semblance of their young selves. \n\nFrom the veils of silence, there\
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\ drifted another, a spectre swaddled in regret and tragedy. The ethereal figure\
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\ of the nobleman, Bartolomeo, flickered amidst headstones haunting the graveyard.\
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\ His trembling glow the only sorry solace in this enclave of desolation. Bartolomeo,\
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\ in his cryptic existence only longed for escape, his mournful gaze looking for\
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\ keys to this terrestrial shackle. \n\nThe graveyard played host to another enigma,\
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\ Pine Maiden Lucia. Her piercing pine-green eyes sparkled against the grey palette,\
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\ punctuation to the yard's dire desertedness. Her goals were to protect her aged\
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\ wards, her determined efforts to sprout life where death reigned indisputable\
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\ added an air of strangeness to this place of dread. \n\nAs Bartolomeo's mourning\
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\ echoed amidst the tombstones, Agnes, sharing a fate no different, spoke gently\
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\ of her perpetual search for her lost love. Lucia, contrary to the graveyard's\
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\ narrative, suggested that perhaps infusing the graveyard with life, she could\
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\ offer release to the lost souls. \n\nThe graveyard, with its haunting Ghostly\
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\ Veil, the glow of the ghostly lantern and the gothic silence, played as a surrealist\
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\ stage to this ensemble of characters. Their conversations, the teetering hope\
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\ of redemption, and the shade of unexpressed grief brought alive countless tales\
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\ hiding beneath the moss and grave dirt. The merging atmosphere and character\
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\ arcs promised a thrilling saga, shrouded in dread and fear but tangled with\
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\ hope and redemption. \n\nThe whispers of the desolation ebbed away, leaving\
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\ the resonating echoes of their conversation threading like a requiem through\
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\ the graveyard. Something, unfathomable yet emotional, had stirred in the quiet\
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\ depths of Pine Tree Graveyard, and a tremor of anticipation crept down the marrow\
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\ of every tombstone for the untold future that lay ahead."
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example_title: Example 3
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pipeline_tag: text-generation
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# Model Card
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