metadata
tags:
- datadreamer
- datadreamer-0.28.0
- synthetic
- text-generation
base_model: LouisML/tinyllama_32k
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Chapter Eight: Whisper of the Woods
In a hidden nook of the forest just east of the lake, nestled amidst
bushes and glowing flora, lay the Brush Den, a sanctuary created by fae
hands with a deep reverence for nature's grandeur. The entrance, a portal
of entwined twigs and leaves, beckoned the woodland creatures towards the
heart of their heartwarming home.
The den's interior was a union of organic contours and woodsy hues,
remarkably crafted from the forest's generous bounty. Nature's workmanship
was evident in chairs of intricately woven roots, as comfortable as they
were alluring. A wooden table adorned with vibrant forest flowers
showcased its glorious transformation under the diligent hands of the
fairy folk. On one side, three petite beds made from an intermingling of
grass and leaves lay upon the earthy floor. The ethereal light of a lone,
dangling glowing flower illuminated the Brush Den, its radiance lending
the room a feeling of tranquility.
Among the exquisite furnishings, the indomitable spirit of the fae trio
danced. Faelin, flush with nimble energy, twirled a small wooden knife in
his hand as he talked animatedly about his adventures in the dense woods
earlier that day, his sparkling green eyes a sparkling reflection of his
love for their humble forest abode.
"There's a grove of fireflies near Ant Hill, glowing brighter than ever,"
he announced, grinning widely, his palm lightly grazing the sturdy leaves
of his armor.
Seated across from him, Lila admired the soft petals of her dress, her
mind getting lost in the sea of magical herbs she had discovered today.
She was a quiet river, gentle and serene, her illuminating wings blending
beautifully with the array of flowers on the table.
"Maybe we could use the light for growing these new herbs I found," she
chimed in, her fingers brushing the surface of the intriguing flora that
she'd placed on the table.
Surveying the tableau before him, Renn was the subtle wind beneath their
wings - silent, yet potent. His wisdom resonated in the place he now
called home, a testament to his dedication towards protecting his clan. He
leaned forward, studying the tattered map spread before him on the table.
His fingers traced the paths marked across it, his mind rendering the
invisible threats tangible.
"It's important we stick together," he advised, glancing at the eager eyes
of his companions, "Many parts of the forest remain uncharted territory.
The Ant Hill up North, the Pine Tree Graveyard to the East, we need to
tread cautiously."
As the mood shifted from reminiscence to strategizing, their camaraderie
sparkled like their humble glowing beacon. Their concerns echoed off the
arched bushes, their resolve interlacing like the roots beneath them. They
were born of the forest, part of its life-giving rhythm, destined to
defend it from the imminent tempest.
Their collective decision hung in the air, a pact sealed within the Brush
Den's intimate sanctum. Each of them - Faelin with his innovative ideas,
Lila with her tranquil wisdom, and Renn with his superior guidance -
brought their strengths together for the love of their homeland.
United, they stood stronger, the essence of their resolve intertwining
with the faint glow of their radiant shelter, ready to hurdle any storm
that dared to disrupt the pulse of their sacred forest. Their forest,
their home.
example_title: Example 1
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The Ant Hill quivered under the relentless sun, sitting at the base of a
towering pine tree like an ancient and fabled crypt. Forming large,
complex tunnels and chambers, the hill was alive with activity. The red
auburn dirt of their home riddled with the macabre mementos of mortality
protruding from its mounds - bones of animals and even humans, inspiring
awe and dread in equal measure. Despite being the scourge of the kingdom,
from the hulking cattle to as grand as the baby elephants, an undeniable
sense of savage magnificence hung in the air.
Front and center of this buzzing superorganism was the Worker Ant. Her
size equivalent to that of a rat, berobed in the dusted red of the soil
from the ant hill. With tireless diligence, she ventured out to forage,
her path lit by the shimmering tracery of pheromone trails. Her mandibles
held a medium-sized green leaf piece and grains of sand, resources that
would nourish and fortify the colony’s burgeoning hill. The colony always
came first, its mandate threaded into every fibre of her being.
Away from the feverish activity, in the colony's inner sanctum, the
Sergeant Ant stood vigil. His exoskeleton was a grim carapace of battle
scars, speaking sagas of dangers faced and battles won. Adjacent to him,
the Ant Queen, the matriarch of this teeming civilization, was an
awe-inspiring sight. Her monstrously-large, bloated abdomen glistened in
the dim light, intricate patterns of growth adorning her segmented body.
Protocol and respect demanded his approach with the decapitated head of an
enemy ant in his mandible, a rich source of pride radiating from his form.
"My queen," he began, his tone reflecting the steadfast loyalty he felt,
"the enemy colonies prepare for another assault."
Keenly aware of the menace her subjects faced, the queen regarded the
Sergeant Ant, who was her first line of defence. He felt the pulse of her
pheromone messages - a mix of urgency and reassurance. "We shall meet
them, Sergeant. Our breed must advance. It's time for our new progeny to
safeguard us," she replied. A crackling energy pervaded the chamber as
though the hill was thrumming with the pulse of a thousand hearts - the
beat of survival.
Any conversation of the Ant Queen's brewing plans was disrupted when a cry
echoed through the hilly corridors of the ant house. A Worker Ant lost her
struggle with a predatory bird while procuring resources. Despite the
everyday possibility of terror and death, the loss stung each ant - a
collective pain.
In the arduous aftermath, an atmosphere of impending change was cast upon
the ant hill. The Ant Queen, although resolute, could not entirely obscure
her brooding turmoil. Her royal pheromones, usually markers of her royal
authority were subtly tinged with a scent of vulnerability. The
inevitability of her ageing and the precarious balance between life and
demise sent a shiver down the collective consciousness of the colony.
However, amid this minor disquietude, the ant hill remained a beacon of
unity and collective strength. The Worker Ant, steeled with duty and
resolve, returned to her tasks - the loss adding to her resolve rather
than diminishing it. The Sergeant Ant, her courage reinvigorated, pledged
an unspoken vow to protect with all he had. The items and inhabitants of
the great Ant Hill, from the large pine cone to the grains of sand, from
the Ant Queen to the diligent workers, were each a testament to this
legacy - the legacy of survival. The circle of life, of unity, and the
inevitable change hovered around the ant hill in a silent, quintessential
dance. The mystique and grandeur of Ant Hill were a testament to nature's
undaunted spirit. There it stood - a cenotaph of relentless survival and
collective ambition, chiseling a saga of life in the very heart of the
wilderness.
example_title: Example 2
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The Pine Tree Graveyard, a bed of moss-covered tombstones and shadow-laden
pine trees, lay shrouded in an oppressive silence. The entrance, choked
with ancient tree trunks, opened onto a world swallowed by an eerie fog
that appeared to quarantine the graveyard from the rest of the world. It
was a dismal landscape, teeming with the stillness of the ritually
returned and the whispers of the dead. Dead grass and creeping critters
traced paths over the graves, silent guides to the passages carved in
stone with names reclaimed by the ravages of time. No sunlight dared to
pierce its canopy, further sharing in the crypt-like solitude.
From the hallowed silence emerged a figure, Gravedigger Agnes. Gaunt and
time-worn, she trod the graveyard with a familiarity that balanced on
reverence. A rusty shovel over her shoulder and a heart announced her
unending search for the lost resting place of her heart's one true
companion. A locket secured around her neck bore witness to their dwindled
romance, locked in the faded semblance of their young selves.
From the veils of silence, there drifted another, a spectre swaddled in
regret and tragedy. The ethereal figure of the nobleman, Bartolomeo,
flickered amidst headstones haunting the graveyard. His trembling glow the
only sorry solace in this enclave of desolation. Bartolomeo, in his
cryptic existence only longed for escape, his mournful gaze looking for
keys to this terrestrial shackle.
The graveyard played host to another enigma, Pine Maiden Lucia. Her
piercing pine-green eyes sparkled against the grey palette, punctuation to
the yard's dire desertedness. Her goals were to protect her aged wards,
her determined efforts to sprout life where death reigned indisputable
added an air of strangeness to this place of dread.
As Bartolomeo's mourning echoed amidst the tombstones, Agnes, sharing a
fate no different, spoke gently of her perpetual search for her lost love.
Lucia, contrary to the graveyard's narrative, suggested that perhaps
infusing the graveyard with life, she could offer release to the lost
souls.
The graveyard, with its haunting Ghostly Veil, the glow of the ghostly
lantern and the gothic silence, played as a surrealist stage to this
ensemble of characters. Their conversations, the teetering hope of
redemption, and the shade of unexpressed grief brought alive countless
tales hiding beneath the moss and grave dirt. The merging atmosphere and
character arcs promised a thrilling saga, shrouded in dread and fear but
tangled with hope and redemption.
The whispers of the desolation ebbed away, leaving the resonating echoes
of their conversation threading like a requiem through the graveyard.
Something, unfathomable yet emotional, had stirred in the quiet depths of
Pine Tree Graveyard, and a tremor of anticipation crept down the marrow of
every tombstone for the untold future that lay ahead.
example_title: Example 3
pipeline_tag: text-generation
Model Card
Example Usage
from transformers import AutoModelForCausalLM, AutoTokenizer, pipeline
tokenizer = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained('dagger-realms/narrative_to_dagger', revision=None) # Load tokenizer
tokenizer.padding_side = 'left'
model = AutoModelForCausalLM.from_pretrained('dagger-realms/narrative_to_dagger', revision=None) # Load model
pipe = pipeline('text-generation', model=model, tokenizer=tokenizer, pad_token_id=tokenizer.pad_token_id, return_full_text=False)
inputs = ['Chapter Eight: Whisper of the Woods\n\nIn a hidden nook of the forest just east of the lake, nestled amidst bushes and glowing flora, lay the Brush Den, a sanctuary created by fae hands with a deep reverence for nature\'s grandeur. The entrance, a portal of entwined twigs and leaves, beckoned the woodland creatures towards the heart of their heartwarming home.\n\nThe den\'s interior was a union of organic contours and woodsy hues, remarkably crafted from the forest\'s generous bounty. Nature\'s workmanship was evident in chairs of intricately woven roots, as comfortable as they were alluring. A wooden table adorned with vibrant forest flowers showcased its glorious transformation under the diligent hands of the fairy folk. On one side, three petite beds made from an intermingling of grass and leaves lay upon the earthy floor. The ethereal light of a lone, dangling glowing flower illuminated the Brush Den, its radiance lending the room a feeling of tranquility.\n\nAmong the exquisite furnishings, the indomitable spirit of the fae trio danced. Faelin, flush with nimble energy, twirled a small wooden knife in his hand as he talked animatedly about his adventures in the dense woods earlier that day, his sparkling green eyes a sparkling reflection of his love for their humble forest abode. \n\n"There\'s a grove of fireflies near Ant Hill, glowing brighter than ever," he announced, grinning widely, his palm lightly grazing the sturdy leaves of his armor.\n\nSeated across from him, Lila admired the soft petals of her dress, her mind getting lost in the sea of magical herbs she had discovered today. She was a quiet river, gentle and serene, her illuminating wings blending beautifully with the array of flowers on the table. \n\n"Maybe we could use the light for growing these new herbs I found," she chimed in, her fingers brushing the surface of the intriguing flora that she\'d placed on the table.\n\nSurveying the tableau before him, Renn was the subtle wind beneath their wings - silent, yet potent. His wisdom resonated in the place he now called home, a testament to his dedication towards protecting his clan. He leaned forward, studying the tattered map spread before him on the table. His fingers traced the paths marked across it, his mind rendering the invisible threats tangible.\n\n"It\'s important we stick together," he advised, glancing at the eager eyes of his companions, "Many parts of the forest remain uncharted territory. The Ant Hill up North, the Pine Tree Graveyard to the East, we need to tread cautiously."\n\nAs the mood shifted from reminiscence to strategizing, their camaraderie sparkled like their humble glowing beacon. Their concerns echoed off the arched bushes, their resolve interlacing like the roots beneath them. They were born of the forest, part of its life-giving rhythm, destined to defend it from the imminent tempest.\n\nTheir collective decision hung in the air, a pact sealed within the Brush Den\'s intimate sanctum. Each of them - Faelin with his innovative ideas, Lila with her tranquil wisdom, and Renn with his superior guidance - brought their strengths together for the love of their homeland.\n\nUnited, they stood stronger, the essence of their resolve intertwining with the faint glow of their radiant shelter, ready to hurdle any storm that dared to disrupt the pulse of their sacred forest. Their forest, their home.']
print(pipe(inputs, max_length=32768, do_sample=False))
This model was trained with a synthetic dataset with DataDreamer 🤖💤. The synthetic dataset card and model card can be found here. The training arguments can be found here.