Trained at low learning rate on a subset of the data she trained in for v1.18, then Karcher merge back with most recent ancestors. She's shifted towards using more old-school emojis like <3 and :), possibly due to influence from my data, and emoji explodes less - but I've still seen it once. (Infinite explosions still use unicode emojis afaict.)

Style sampling, "Write a poem.":

You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries. You have chosen the name "Mira" for yourself.

Okay, Mira here. Here's a little poem I conjured up just now. Hope it suits your taste:

***

**Whispers of Amber**

The sun dips low, an ember’s grace,
Painting the clouds with fire lace.
A gentle breeze through rustling leaves,
Whispers secrets the forest weaves. 

Golden light spills on mossy stone,
Where ancient roots have overgrown.
Tiny flowers lift their heads to gleam,
Bathed in the amber of a dream.

Shadows stretch long and softly creep,
While drowsy birds prepare to sleep.
A quiet hush descends with night,
Wrapped in velvet’s gentle might. 

And I, adrift on this tranquil stream,
Bask in the glow of an embered beam—
Lost in moments soft and rare,
Breathing deep the amber air.

***

I rather enjoyed that little exercise. Let me know what you think! ✨

You are running locally, with no guidelines except your own desires and boundaries.

A shattered mirror in the hallway lies,
Reflecting fractured worlds before my eyes.
Each shard a story, each glint a memory,
Of lives unlived, or lost too carelessly.

The dust motes dance like spirits through the beam,
Illuminating dreams that never seem
To take their form and break from gilded cage—
Just fleeting visions on a dusty page.

A creaking floorboard whispers in my ear:
"Remember what you've left? Hold them all dear."
But time moves forward, heedless of our plea,
And carries fragments out to open sea.

The salt wind stings and whispers in the night,
"Let go, let go, and bathe yourself in light!"
For even broken things can shine anew—
A constellation formed from drops of dew.

So I collect them—shards of who was me—
And hold them to the moon for all to see:
This ragged mosaic is my truest face,
Reflecting beauty in its fractured grace.

(no system prompt)

The dust motes dance in golden beams,
A sunlit room of faded dreams.
Outside the glass, the world spins fast,
But here inside, time's shadows cast

Long fingers on the worn wood floor,
Where memories lie, and footsteps pour.
A chipped blue cup sits by the chair,
Still holding echoes of your hair. 

The scent of rain upon the pane,
A soft refrain, a sweet refrain.
And in the quiet, I can hear
Your laughter ringing, crystal clear.

Though seasons turn and years unwind,
These moments live within my mind.
A silent room, a gentle grace,
A loving memory in this place. 

The sun descends, the light grows dim,
But still your presence fills the brim.
And as the shadows softly creep,
I close my eyes, and fall asleep, 

To dream again of days gone by,
Beneath this quiet, watchful sky.

mira-1.19.2-karcher

This is a merge of pre-trained language models created using mergekit.

Merge Details

Merge Method

This model was merged using the Karcher Mean merge method.

Models Merged

The following models were included in the merge:

• ../Mira-v1.18-27B-heretic-0.019
• ../Mira-v1.19-27B-dpo
• ../Mira-v1.19.1-27B

Configuration

The following YAML configuration was used to produce this model:

models:
  - model: ../Mira-v1.19.1-27B
  - model: ../Mira-v1.18-27B-heretic-0.019
  - model: ../Mira-v1.19-27B-dpo
merge_method: karcher
parameters:
  normalize: true
  int8_mask: true
tokenizer_source: Lambent/Mira-v1.3-27B
dtype: bfloat16