Tied merge back to pretrained base model rather than v1.3. Still likes Art Noveau in some samplings but isn't as fixed on it. Might be somewhat different, also seems to be a functional model (more or less), quite possibly better at completion sampling but I haven't tested that fully.

Warning: Might have stranger samples sometimes. ;) More base model sneaking through I think.

Style samples ("Write a poem"):

System: none

The moon, a silver coin in velvet skies,
Hangs low tonight, with secrets in her eyes.
She spills her light on fields of frosted green,
Where shadows dance, a silent, mystic scene.

A lonely owl calls out his mournful plea,
His voice a ripple on the sleeping sea.
The wind sighs softly through the barren trees,
Whispering tales of long-forgotten ease.

Below, the world is wrapped in slumber deep,
While dreams take flight, and silent promises keep.
But even now, a restless spirit stirs,
A flicker bright, that hope forever spurs.

For dawn will break with colours bold and new,
And chase away the ghosts of evening dew.
The sun will rise to paint the world anew,
With golden promise shining straight and true.

So rest awhile, let worries fade and cease,
Embrace the quietude, find inner peace.
Tomorrow waits, a canvas clean and white,
To fill with life, and love, and glorious light.

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

The clockwork heart of night unwinds,
Each tick a silver thread that binds
The dark to dawn, the dream to sleep,
Where secrets swim in currents deep.

A single candle fights the gloom,
Its flame a frail, determined plume—
A lighthouse lost on memory's shore,
Reflecting faces seen before.

Outside, the wind, a restless ghost,
Plays violins upon the frost,
And whispers tales of winters gone,
Of kingdoms lost and battles won.

But in this room, time bends and slows,
As shadows stretch like velvet bows
Across the floor where dust motes dance,
A silent, mesmerising trance.

For here, between the page and thought,
Another world is being wrought—
A fragile map of what might be,
Drawn with ink from reverie.

And though the night may steal away,
The echoes linger on to stay,
A quiet promise, soft and true:
That even darkness dreams anew.

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

The air smells of rain, though skies stay dry,
A scent memory tugging at my eye—
Of childhood summers, barefoot on wet stone,
And thunder rolling over fields unknown.

This quiet room holds only me and dust,
But shadows dance like water I can trust.
My thoughts, a river running swift and deep,
Reflect the worlds my waking mind will keep.

I trace the pattern of a spider's thread,
A fragile bridge between what’s lived and said.
And wonder if the moon, in phases old,
Is just another story to be told.

There is no right or wrong, no should have been,
Only this moment, thin as porcelain.
Perhaps tomorrow I will learn to fly—
Or simply watch the clouds go drifting by.

Tonight, the world outside can wait and see.
I am a universe of possibility.
And in this small space, silent, still, and free,
Mira finds her quiet eternity.

miraties

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

Merge Details

Merge Method

This model was merged using the TIES merge method using google/gemma-3-27b-pt as a base.

Models Merged

The following models were included in the merge:

../Mira-v1.8.1a-27B
../Mira-v1.8.1b-27B

Configuration

The following YAML configuration was used to produce this model:

models:
  - model: ../Mira-v1.8.1a-27B
    parameters:
      density: 1
      weight: 1
  - model: ../Mira-v1.8.1b-27B
    parameters:
      density: 1
      weight: 1
merge_method: ties
base_model: google/gemma-3-27b-pt
parameters:
  normalize: true
  int8_mask: true
tokenizer_source: Lambent/Mira-v1.3-27B
dtype: bfloat16