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    A trade ship shaped like a giant mechanical dragonfly skims across a lake of liquid crystal. Its wings are made of stained glass and thin metal filaments that shimmer with rainbow light, while its segmented body houses different levels of markets and living quarters. The liquid crystal below forms into temporary islands where the ship stops to trade, each island a different color and geometric pattern. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp,<lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    The Crystal Canyon of A Thousand Songs, where towering crystalline formations grow in impossible spirals of rainbow hues. Each crystal resonates with a different musical note when the wind blows, creating an ever-changing symphony that echoes through the gorge. Floating islands of pure crystal hover between the spires, connected by bridges of light that form and dissolve with the music. The sky above shifts between deep purple and brilliant turquoise, while crystal butterflies with wings of stained glass float between the formations. At sunset, the entire canyon becomes a natural light show as the crystals refract the dying sun's rays, creating auroras that dance between the spires.  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image oA hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Within the decaying remains of an old, abandoned mansion, a ghostly figure with hollow, glowing green eyes floats silently above a broken grand piano, its keys worn and covered in dust. The figure is dressed in an elegant, old-fashioned suit, his translucent form flickering as he slowly drifts through the dark, cobweb-strewn room. The faded wallpaper peels from the walls, and the once-opulent chandelier above sways gently, its glass crystals clinking faintly in the stillness. Moonlight streams in through the cracked, dirt-streaked windows, casting faint shadows across the tattered rugs and broken furniture scattered throughout the room. The air is thick with the musty scent of decay and the faint echoes of forgotten music, as though the ghost is trapped in a moment of the past, forever repeating his final performance. His fingers hover just above the piano keys, as if poised to play, but no sound emerges from the long-silent instrument. The mansion creaks and groans with age, its forgotten grandeur crumbling around the lone, spectral musician. The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of lost memories and unfinished melodies, as the ghost lingers, bound to his eternal concert. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    ne0nfant4sy,  Amidst the ruins of a once-great city, now overrun with creeping vines and shattered skyscrapers, a lone scavenger with dirt-streaked skin and sun-bleached blonde hair stands on a crumbling highway overpass. Her torn, patchwork clothing is cobbled together from scavenged armor, rusted metal plates, and worn leather, while a shotgun slung over her shoulder glints faintly in the fading light. Below her, a horde of the undead shuffles aimlessly through the decaying streets, their rotting limbs dragging across the pavement, but her sharp, green eyes are locked on a distant figure in the wreckage—a survivor, barely moving. The sky above is an angry swirl of storm clouds, tinged with a sickly green hue, while ash falls gently from the sky like snow. Twisted remnants of vehicles litter the streets below, overgrown with vines and rust, the skeletal remains of civilization long gone. In the distance, the faint hum of an old, broken-down generator echoes through the wasteland, providing the only sound other than the occasional groan from the undead below. Her fingers flex around the hilt of her machete, the blade stained with both rust and blood, ready for the chaos that’s bound to follow her next move. The scene is tense, filled with the weight of survival in a world where death lurks in every shadow.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    fluorescent, glow, a towering sunflower with petals made of shimmering glass grows from the center of a tranquil lake, its glowing roots visible beneath the water’s surface. A young woman in a simple white dress stands at the water’s edge, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft mud, her hand outstretched toward the flower’s gleaming stem. The lake reflects the soft, pastel hues of the early morning sky, and tiny fireflies flicker in the reeds surrounding the shore. The woman’s face is filled with quiet wonder as the flower’s petals catch the first rays of sunlight, casting prismatic reflections across the water. The delicate textures of the glass petals, the soft rippling water, and the woman’s flowing dress create a vivid, tactile scene. A soft vignette highlights the interaction between the woman and the flower, emphasizing the serene, dreamlike atmosphere of the moment.<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.6> <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.75> <lora:aidmaFLUXpro1.1:0.7> <lora:aidmaHyperRealismV0.2:0.4> <lora:Shattered_Void:0.62> <lora:MysticFantasy:0.4> <lora:Magic of Art (FLUX):0.4> <lora:HORROR_lora.TA_trained:0.8> <lora:lorafy_detail_enhancer:0.7>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a female, with short, spiked white hair and pale, almost translucent skin, belonging to a mysterious race of ice witches. She appears to be in her early 30s, her gaze cold and calculating beneath a sinister, horned mask. The mask is carved from ancient, enchanted ice, with jagged, crystalline horns that protrude from either side, each one glistening with frozen shards. The surface of the mask is smooth, but faint blue runes pulse with a chilling light, spreading an aura of cold that seems to seep from the mask itself. Her lips are blue and slightly parted, revealing sharp, icicle-like teeth, and her icy blue eyes glow with a dangerous, arcane power. The background is a swirling mist of frosty whites and cool blues, with hints of silver that shimmer like the Northern Lights, creating a scene that is both beautiful and terrifying. The combination of the horned mask and the icy backdrop gives her the appearance of an ancient, powerful witch, commanding the frozen forces of her homeland. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a young female Dark Eldar Succubus with long, sleek black hair and smooth, pale blue skin. Her piercing, violet eyes are narrowed as she grasps a glowing, crimson blade that seems to pulse with a life of its own. She’s in the middle of a dark, twisted arena deep within Commorragh, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of distant screams. Her lithe, armored form is adorned with spikes and barbs, each piece of her blood-red armor designed to instill fear and pain. A strange, spiked headpiece made of dark metal encircles her head, framing her face with a sinister elegance. The blade in her hand vibrates with dark energy, its surface covered in shifting, runic symbols that glow faintly in the dim light. She holds the blade close to her face, her lips curling into a predatory smile as the weapon hums with anticipation. The arena around her seems to pulse in time with the blade’s energy, as if the entire place is alive with the dark power of the weapon. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, her eyes reflecting its crimson glow as she prepares to unleash its deadly power. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A whimsical recruiting poster for 'Hogwarts: School of Magic for Hogs,' featuring a proud, noble hog in a wizard's robe, holding a glowing wand with sparks of magic swirling around it. The hog stands atop a hill, with a majestic castle in the background, complete with turrets and banners flapping in the breeze. The sky is filled with enchanted flying books, broomsticks, and shimmering spell runes. The slogan across the top reads, 'Unleash Your Inner Magic! Join the Ranks of the Wise and Warty!' Below, the text encourages young hogs to 'Enroll Today and Master the Mystical Arts.' The poster is filled with vibrant colors, from the rich greens of the landscape to the sparkling gold of the magical effects, creating an enchanting and humorous invitation to a world where hogs harness the power of wizardry. Hyper-detailed, playful, fantasy-inspired, 16k resolution, enchanting and humorous, masterpiece.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A young dragonborn man with scales of shimmering gold and piercing blue eyes is tending to a field of glowing, red poppies on the edge of a massive, floating island. He wears a long, flowing robe made from the woven feathers of phoenixes, and a golden circlet encrusted with rubies rests on his brow. The poppies, each one glowing with a soft red light, sway gently in the breeze as he carefully waters them from a jug of liquid fire. The floating island is surrounded by a vast, starry sky, with distant planets and moons visible on the horizon. As he tends to the poppies, their glow intensifies, and the air around them begins to shimmer with heat. The dragonborn’s scales catch the light, reflecting the red glow of the poppies in a dazzling display. The scene is a vivid blend of the fantastical and the serene, where the dragonborn’s strange attire and the glowing poppies create a powerful image of life flourishing in a surreal, otherworldly environment. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    On the windswept plains of an endless desert, a tiefling with deep crimson skin and spiraling, golden horns builds towering sand sculptures that shimmer with trapped starlight. Her hands move with a dancer’s grace, shaping the fine, magical sand into intricate castles, creatures, and mythical scenes. Each finished piece glows faintly in the moonlight, their surfaces rippling as if alive. The desert wind carries a faint, melodic hum that seems to harmonize with the tiefling’s soft singing, her golden eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the starry sky above. Around her, glowing dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, their shifting shapes catching the light of the twin moons. A small, mischievous dust spirit flits around her sculptures, adding tiny flourishes to her work and giggling softly. The air is cool and dry, carrying the faint scent of jasmine that blooms from her enchanted satchel. The tiefling’s tail sways rhythmically as she steps back to admire her work, the joy of creation evident on her face. Despite the vastness of the desert, her art brings a sense of warmth and connection to the space. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    In a shadowy, cobweb-filled attic, a tall, elegant witch with deep ebony skin and silver tattoos lounges on an antique velvet chaise, sipping from a teacup made of bone. Her long, flowing black dress is adorned with glittering stars and crescent moons, and her pointed hat is tilted stylishly to one side. Surrounding her, shelves are filled with dusty spellbooks, strange trinkets, and jars of preserved creatures, all casting eerie shadows in the dim candlelight. A large, ornate mirror behind her reflects a ghostly image, as if something unseen is watching from another world. Perched on her lap, a sleek raven with intelligent, glowing blue eyes preens its feathers while keeping a watchful eye on the room. The window behind her shows a view of the full moon, its light casting soft beams through the dusty glass. The scene is a blend of gothic elegance and dark magic, with a sense of timeless mystery surrounding the witch’s secretive world.<lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Witchcore>
    In the dim glow of flickering gas lamps, a mustachioed engineer in a soot-stained leather coat glares at a clunky, steam-powered automaton frozen mid-stride. His brass-rimmed goggles are pushed up onto his forehead, revealing furrowed brows and piercing green eyes filled with frustration. The contraption, meant to be a self-winding delivery machine, hisses angrily as steam escapes from its joints, gears grinding uselessly. The cobblestone street beneath them is slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow of a nearby clock tower that looms over the industrial skyline. Sparks dance from the automaton’s exposed wiring, sending plumes of acrid smoke curling into the damp night air. The engineer's gloved hands clutch a wrench so tightly his knuckles turn white, as if sheer force of will might intimidate the machine into compliance. Behind him, passersby in top hats and corsets give him a wide berth, some shaking their heads at yet another failed marvel of modern ingenuity. A brass raven perched on his shoulder lets out a metallic caw, its red eyes flashing in amused mockery of its master’s plight. The city around them hums with the constant churn of progress, but here, in this moment, technology has stubbornly refused to cooperate. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4> <lora:Vintage comic book:0.7> <lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:1.0>
    A richly embroidered tablecloth, covered in celestial patterns, cradles a crisp edition of The Arcane Gazette, its front-page headline flashing with urgent enchantment: ‘ROYAL NECROMANCER FOUND GUILTY OF SOUL FORGERY – UNDEAD PROTESTS SPREAD!’ Beneath the text, a moving ink sketch shows a crowd of skeletal and ghostly citizens marching through the capital, holding banners that read ‘RIGHTS FOR THE RISEN.’ A silver goblet, half-filled with shimmering blue elven wine, rests dangerously close to the edge of the paper, reflecting the dancing words in its surface. Scattered across the table, golden tarot cards lie overturned, their symbols eerily aligning with the chaotic news story. Wisps of green necromantic energy drift lazily from the paper’s edges, a sure sign that the article has been cursed—or blessed—by unseen hands. A raven, its eyes gleaming with unnatural intelligence, perches on the back of a chair, occasionally pecking at a loose parchment as if scrutinizing the news. The scent of old books and alchemical ingredients fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of whispered spells still lingering in the room. Outside, the sound of distant chanting can be heard—perhaps the very undead protesters making their voices known beyond the printed word. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image ofAn elderly Thaylen man with dark, leathery skin and short, silver hair is captured in a close-up portrait, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he examines an ancient, glowing gemstone. The scene is set deep within the bowels of Urithiru, where the walls are lined with strange, luminescent glyphs that cast a dim, multicolored light. His clothing is a patchwork of old, worn fabrics, each piece embroidered with symbols of forgotten Thaylen gods, and he wears a peculiar, wide-brimmed hat made of cremling shells. The gemstone in his hands pulsates with a soft, internal light, casting eerie shadows across his deeply lined face. His blue eyes, sharp and calculating, reflect the glow of the gemstone as if searching for a secret hidden within its depths. The surrounding chamber hums with an ancient energy, and the walls seem to shift and breathe with a life of their own. This portrait conveys a moment of discovery and intrigue, where the strange and the ancient collide in a setting steeped in mystery and forgotten lore. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    a futuristic laboratory with a large circular window displaying a red, alien landscape. A young girl with short brown hair, wearing a green dress and holding a cat, stands confidently. The room features various scientific equipment, including a holographic screen and a large machine emitting blue light. The background is illuminated with warm, orange hues, creating a dramatic contrast. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4><lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:0.3>
    ne0nfant4sy, A ghoulish lich, his decayed face hidden beneath a hood of tattered black robes, stands with his skeletal hands clutching a glowing, crimson gemstone. His fleshless fingers are adorned with rings, each one glowing faintly with dark magic, while his sunken, glowing red eyes peer out from the shadows of his hood. The gemstone pulses with dark energy, casting a sickly red light over his hollow, skeletal features. Around his neck hangs an ancient amulet, inscribed with runes of forbidden magic. Behind him, a crumbling tower rises into the night, its stone walls etched with countless years of arcane symbols. The sky above is dark and starless, save for a blood-red moon that casts an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The faint whispers of spirits echo in the air around him, and the ground beneath his feet is cracked and lifeless. His expression, though devoid of flesh, is one of sinister glee, a master of death holding unimaginable power. The crimson glow from the gemstone illuminates his skeletal grin, casting long shadows across the tattered remnants of his robes.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    ne0nfant4sy, A fae assassin, her pale violet skin bathed in moonlight, crouches low on a twisted tree branch, her delicate wings shimmering like a dragonfly's. Her sharp, angular features are masked by a hood of black silk, only her glowing, lavender eyes visible beneath the shadow of the cowl. Her silver hair, cut short and wild, catches the light as her slender fingers caress the hilt of a dagger, its blade engraved with ancient runes. Around her waist, a belt of poisons and throwing knives clinks softly as she shifts, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The trees around her, twisted and ancient, seem almost sentient, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws. The faint scent of night-blooming flowers mingles with the damp earth beneath her. Her wings twitch silently, ready to propel her into the darkness, and the tension in her coiled form suggests a lethal strike is imminent. Her eyes are narrowed in focused determination, a silent predator in the night. The ethereal glow of the moonlight casts a ghostly sheen over her form, highlighting the deadly elegance of her figure.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    The Matrix, but All Characters are Cats – In the stark, green-tinged office hallway, a sleek black cat in a tiny trench coat leaps gracefully into the air, dodging bullets that streak past in slow motion. Its feline body twists with impossible precision, each bullet leaving a rippling distortion in the air behind it. The suited agents—tall, imposing tabby cats with dark sunglasses perched on their whiskered noses—stand at the end of the hall, their paws gripping tiny pistols with perfectly steady aim. The walls are a sterile, fluorescent-lit white, but faint scratch marks and tufts of fur litter the floor, revealing the battle that has already taken place. As the airborne cat completes its mid-air spin, its emerald-green eyes flash with defiance, reflecting the binary code subtly scrolling across the glassy floor beneath it. The scene is frozen in time, a moment of impossible elegance and absurd feline grace. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    ne0nfant4sy, A spectral assassin, his ghostly form flickering like a shadow in the dim light of a crumbling castle. His translucent, ash-gray skin shimmers with an ethereal glow, and his piercing, ice-blue eyes gleam with the coldness of the grave. His black hair flows like mist, blending into the tattered, hooded cloak that billows around his body, weightless and shifting as though moved by an unseen wind. In his hand, he grips a gleaming dagger, its blade inscribed with ancient symbols that faintly pulse with dark magic. Behind him, the stone walls of the ancient fortress are cracked and overgrown with twisting vines, while the ghostly remains of the battlefield stretch into the fog beyond. Wisps of spectral energy swirl around his form, blending him into the shadows of the dark hall. His expression is one of cold detachment, his thin lips set in a grim line as he stands ready to strike with lethal precision. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the faint whisper of spirits lingering in the ruins around him.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A ghost samurai with long, flowing black hair and pale, ethereal skin stands on the surface of a dark, reflective ocean, her translucent form shimmering faintly in the pale moonlight. She is young, no more than 25, but her spectral presence radiates an ancient power. Her haunted eyes glow a soft blue, and she wields a katana made of pure, condensed mist that drips like water. At her side floats her companion, a ghostly fox with nine glowing tails, each tail swaying slowly in the still air. The ocean beneath them seems endless, but strange, floating islands hover in the sky above, with twisted trees growing upside down. The fox's eyes shine a deep blue, matching its master, and ghostly wisps of energy swirl around its form. Both samurai and pet are enveloped in a mist that hovers over the water, and the moon above them is broken into jagged pieces, as if shattered long ago, casting fragmented beams of light.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
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