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    Photorealistic, close- up head shot portrait, a ginger young man with subtle facial hair, in a white japanese robe lying in the dry grass, peacefully half closed his eyes, with tears on his face, sweaty skin with blush and subtle freckles, hand holding a ceramic bracelet lands on his forehead, messy sweaty curvy hair, bare chest sweaty skin, in a misty vast environment, many big crystal and ceramic balls on the ground, the balls are clean glassy translucent and reflective

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    Photorealistic, a young blond man, buzzcut messy hair and rugged beard, with healthy blush and subtle freckles, A warrior sits on the ground in an old, overgrown courtyard, leaning against a crumbling stone wall. His once-advanced armor is now faded and chipped, with wires exposed and gadgets no longer functional. The environment is an ancient alien temple, long abandoned, with vines and moss creeping over cracked stone pillars, and weathered statues eroded by time. The air is thick with the sense of history, as the sun sets, casting long shadows and a golden hue over the ancient ruins.
    A younger Viking warrior stands resolute, his bare chest displaying defined muscles and marked with ancient, intricate tattoos that seem to tell stories of his lineage. His long hair is pulled back into a messy braid, with a few stray strands framing his determined face. He wears a rugged, fur-lined belt around his waist, from which hangs a short, tattered leather skirt adorned with small, weathered trinkets and runes. His legs are muscular, covered in scars and dirt, with worn leather boots that have clearly seen many harsh terrains. A young, bare-chested Viking warrior stands tall in a full-body shot, exuding both strength and youth. His muscular torso is marked with intricate, ancient tattoos that tell stories of his heritage. His skin is weathered, with a few fresh scars adding to the rugged appearance. His long hair is tied back in a messy braid, with loose strands framing his intense, battle-hardened face. Around his waist, he wears a fur-lined belt, from which hangs a short, worn leather skirt adorned with trinkets, runes, and small animal bones, each piece telling a tale of its own. His legs are strong and covered in a mix of dirt and scars, encased in rugged, dark leather pants that are reinforced with metal plates on the knees and shins. His boots are sturdy, worn, and caked with mud, clearly designed for rough terrain. He stands on a forest floor littered with the remnants of a recent battle—splintered spears, shattered shields, and discarded helmets—adding to the gritty atmosphere. The surrounding environment is dense and shadowy, with the afternoon sun casting long, slanted rays through the thick canopy of ancient trees, creating a contrast of light and shadow on the warrior and his surroundings. The ground is uneven, covered in leaves, fallen branches, and patches of trampled grass, with a faint mist lingering in the background, enhancing the sense of age and mystery in the scene. The warrior’s axe, resting on the ground beside him, catches a glint of sunlight, its weathered metal surface reflecting the muted light.
    In a dimly lit spaceship chamber, a technician with a rugged light brown beard floats in zero gravity, deeply focused on repairing a malfunctioning control panel. He hovers near the wall, one hand gripping a handlebar for stability, while the other holds a tool, making precise adjustments to exposed wires and circuitry. His worn, patched jumpsuit is equipped with various tools and gadgets, all within easy reach, showcasing his readiness for any task. The chamber is filled with retro sci-fi machinery—bulky control panels, flickering lights, and worn-out monitors that exude a sense of age and history. The walls are lined with exposed pipes, tangled cables, and rusted metal panels, each surface textured with the wear of time and countless repairs. Small particles float through the air, illuminated by the soft glow of old, blinking consoles. The technician's face is set in concentration, his beard and tousled hair slightly floating in the microgravity. The environment around him is rich with textures: scratched surfaces on control panels, chipped paint on metal walls, and scuffed floors. The scene is bathed in a cool, bluish light, with shadows enhancing the depth and the retro-futuristic feel of the chamber, evoking a sense of gritty determination and timelessness.
    In a dimly lit spaceship chamber, a technician with a rugged light brown beard floats in zero gravity, deeply focused on repairing a malfunctioning control panel. He hovers near the wall, one hand gripping a handlebar for stability, while the other holds a tool, making precise adjustments to exposed wires and circuitry. His worn, patched jumpsuit is equipped with various tools and gadgets, all within easy reach, showcasing his readiness for any task. The chamber is filled with retro sci-fi machinery—bulky control panels, flickering lights, and worn-out monitors that exude a sense of age and history. The walls are lined with exposed pipes, tangled cables, and rusted metal panels, each surface textured with the wear of time and countless repairs. Small particles float through the air, illuminated by the soft glow of old, blinking consoles. The technician's face is set in concentration, his beard and tousled hair slightly floating in the microgravity. The environment around him is rich with textures: scratched surfaces on control panels, chipped paint on metal walls, and scuffed floors. The scene is bathed in a cool, bluish light, with shadows enhancing the depth and the retro-futuristic feel of the chamber, evoking a sense of gritty determination and timelessness.
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