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    A fiery-haired fire elemental, her skin a molten bronze that seems to ripple with heat, stands with her hands ablaze, flames licking up her arms. Her bright red hair, made entirely of flickering fire, dances wildly around her sharp, angular face, casting a warm, orange glow over her features. Her eyes, glowing embers of gold and crimson, burn with an intensity that matches the inferno she commands. Her body, covered in swirling, molten patterns, radiates heat, and the air around her shimmers with waves of intense heat. Behind her, a landscape of molten lava flows, bubbling and churning as sparks fly into the sky. The distant, jagged silhouette of volcanoes looms, their peaks spewing ash and fire into the night sky. Her expression is one of fierce, unbridled power, her lips curved into a dangerous smile as she revels in her element. The flames that consume her seem alive, wrapping around her like a second skin, ready to unleash destruction. The glow of the lava reflects in her eyes, making them burn even brighter, full of wrath and wild beauty.<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    ne0nfant4sy, A grizzled starship captain, his leathery tan skin marked with years of interstellar warfare, grips the control console of his massive battlecruiser. His left eye, replaced by a holographic display, flickers as he analyzes the tactical readouts on the screen before him. His short, salt-and-pepper hair is damp with sweat, and a small scar runs down the side of his face, just past his jawline. The dark, sleek interior of the ship hums with the low vibration of its massive engines, and the flickering glow of control panels illuminates the lines of stress on his weathered face. Through the massive viewport, a star battle rages, laser blasts and explosions reflecting in his one good eye. His uniform, a black and silver jumpsuit, is tattered at the edges, showing signs of recent conflict. His hands are steady as they move across the console, despite the chaos outside, guiding the ship through the heat of battle. The stars themselves seem to ripple with the intensity of the fight, and his expression is one of grim determination, a captain who’s seen it all but refuses to back down.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A middle-aged female vampire with long, flowing raven-black hair and alabaster skin stands in a grand, decaying ballroom, illuminated by the sickly glow of a full, blood-red moon. She is a Shadowborne, a race known for their ethereal beauty and their ability to fade into the shadows. She wears an extravagant gown made entirely of fluttering black bat wings that emit an eerie, high-pitched squeaking as she moves. Her piercing, crimson eyes scan the room filled with ghastly, decaying partygoers, all frozen in time as if waiting for her command. She raises a delicate, clawed hand, and the partygoers begin to stir, their movements jerky and unnatural as if being controlled by invisible strings. The vampire queen grins, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs as she begins to dance gracefully through the ballroom, her every step leaving behind a trail of shadowy mist. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the echoes of a forgotten waltz, creating a hauntingly beautiful scene where the vampire's strange attire and sinister grace reign supreme.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:black_fantasy_1.0>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a middle-aged, female aasimar cleric with long, golden hair and soft, glowing skin, wearing a flowing white robe adorned with silver trim, her gentle eyes filled with compassion as she reaches out a hand. Across from her, a young, male tiefling warlock with wild, unkempt black hair and dark red skin, wearing a black leather coat lined with purple runes, sneers at her with disdain. His glowing, fiery eyes contrast sharply with her serene demeanor. They stand on a narrow stone bridge suspended over a bottomless abyss, swirling with shadowy tendrils. The tension between their opposing alignments is palpable in the dim, foreboding light. (fantasy, intense atmosphere, contrasting emotions, dynamic lighting, high detail) (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 skeleton with green mohawk in a black leather jacket with "PUNKS NOT DEAD" sprayed on the back. Every word is different color. Theere are also a lot of punk badges and patches on the jacket.He is standing in a ruined city. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    R3alisticF,A desert mercenary wielding a curved falchion wreathed in sand magic. Her blade leaves trails of crystallized glass with each strike. The weapon was forged from a fallen star. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    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>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image ofA close-up portrait of a miniature forest ecosystem thriving inside an ordinary glass jar on a cluttered office desk. The jar, usually reserved for holding pens or paper clips, now houses a tiny, self-sustaining world. Inside, towering trees made of moss rise from a lush, green undergrowth, with delicate ferns and tiny, colorful flowers blooming in the corners. The ecosystem is complete with a small, glimmering waterfall cascading over miniature rocks, creating a pool that reflects the fluorescent office lights above. The jar is positioned among mundane office supplies—staplers, sticky notes, and coffee mugs—creating a stark contrast between the bustling life inside the jar and the lifeless objects around it. The vibrant greens and blues within the jar pop against the neutral tones of the office, drawing the eye and inviting curiosity. This image evokes a sense of wonder, as if nature has reclaimed a small piece of the sterile, corporate world. (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 an unlikely hero (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    everything you always wanted to be and you are not. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    An enormous, manta ray-shaped vehicle soars effortlessly along a road made of glowing, suspended water that flows through the sky like a ribbon. The vehicle’s smooth, metallic surface glistens with droplets of condensation, and its underside glows with a soft, azure light that matches the shimmering road below. The water road twists and curves through the clouds, its edges spilling into the endless sky as if defying gravity itself. Above and below, massive, floating islands covered in lush vegetation drift silently, their roots hanging like tendrils into the void. Inside the vehicle’s glass cockpit, a pilot with skin that sparkles like quartz and eyes that glow like molten gold grips a control sphere, guiding the manta ray with precision. Schools of glowing, spectral fish swim alongside the vehicle, their translucent forms leaving faint trails of light in the air. The scene is tranquil yet surreal, a journey through a world where water and air blend seamlessly into one. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. ,  DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    ne0nfant4sy, A desert rogue, her deep bronze skin glowing under the harsh, midday sun, crouches low, her dagger gleaming in her hand as sand whips around her. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes glint with sharp intelligence as she narrows her gaze, every muscle in her slender body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Her dark brown hair, braided tightly to keep it out of her face, is covered by a tattered, sand-streaked hood. Dust clings to her weathered leather armor, and her scarf flutters in the hot wind, shielding her mouth from the desert’s searing breath. The intricate tattoos on her forearms glow faintly, imbued with the magic of the shifting dunes, while the endless desert stretches out behind her, vast and unforgiving. Her expression is sharp, almost predatory, as she assesses her next move, the dagger in her hand glinting with deadly purpose. Tiny motes of sand hang suspended in the air around her, frozen in the tension of the moment. The heat distorts the horizon behind her, making the distant dunes seem to ripple like waves in the sun.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    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>
    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>
    An evocative, narrative illustration shows a cloaked figure standing at the edge of a crumbling cliff, overlooking a sea of thick clouds beneath an enormous, glowing moon. The figure holds a lantern with a flickering, ghostly blue flame, which casts eerie shadows across the jagged rocks. In the distance, ancient, floating ruins can be seen partially obscured by mist, their broken spires and bridges hinting at long-forgotten civilizations. Dark birds circle the floating ruins, and faint, distant lights flicker within the clouds, suggesting life or perhaps something far more spectral. The atmosphere is foreboding and otherworldly, with the moonlight adding an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality to the scene.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    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>
    A being of contradictions, the woman made of fire and water stands like a living embodiment of nature’s extremes. Her dress is a marvel of elemental craftsmanship: the upper half is formed of glowing embers and molten lava, constantly shifting and crackling, while the lower half is a flowing river of water that crashes and swirls around her legs. Around her neck, a necklace of fire flowers, their delicate petals flickering with vibrant flame, glows brightly, contrasting with the frozen leaves that form a tiara on her head, each leaf shimmering with frost. Skulls, blackened and burnt, form a crown at her waist, their hollow eyes glowing with a faint red light as they hover just above the surface of her watery skirt. Her hair is a cascade of fire that transforms into flowing water halfway down her back, the flames and liquid entwined in a beautiful dance. Her wrists are adorned with bracelets made of icicles and sparks, the frozen and fiery elements clashing and merging in an endless cycle.<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    High in the mountains, nestled between jagged peaks, lies a lake that is also a colossal eye, its icy blue iris glimmering with a cold, unearthly light. The surrounding cliffs are covered in snow, and frozen waterfalls hang like crystal curtains around the lake, their sharp edges catching the light and reflecting it in myriad directions. The lake’s surface is perfectly smooth, like a mirror, with the eye staring unblinking at the stormy sky above, its pupil dilated as if in deep concentration. Occasionally, cracks form on the surface of the lake, spreading out like spiderwebs from the pupil, only to heal themselves as quickly as they appeared. Snowflakes drift down from the sky, but they melt before they can touch the surface, creating tiny puffs of steam that rise and vanish into the thin mountain air. The cold is intense, yet there is a sense of profound stillness here, as if time itself has frozen around this all-seeing eye. It is a place of stark, surreal beauty, where the very elements seem to be in thrall to the gaze of the lake-eye. (high-resolution, dynamic, energetic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer<lora:Adventure_Comic_Book><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a neon-lit alley deep within the city’s underbelly, Action Boy presses his back against a graffiti-covered wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His jet-black suit, now torn and smeared with grime, reflects the soft glow of the buzzing neon signs above, casting him in shades of purple and green. The alley is tight and shadowy, with flickering streetlights and the distant sound of a bustling city that seems a world away from this hidden corner. Action Boy's green eyes dart from side to side, listening intently as heavy footsteps approach, the sound of metal boots clanging against the wet pavement. Rain drips from the edge of his hood, and his fists crackle with faint energy as he prepares for the inevitable confrontation. Above, the towering skyscrapers loom, their windows glowing like stars in the night sky, and the faint hum of distant hovercars fills the air. The alley’s walls are covered in posters of fallen heroes, their faces faded and torn, a grim reminder of the stakes. Action Boy inhales deeply, steadying his nerves, as the shadows around him grow darker, signaling the arrival of his pursuers. (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 photorealistic image of a bowl of cereal with tiny, comically fierce faces on each piece, as a spoon looms over them like a horror movie villain. The cereal pieces are "running" away in panic, spilling milk everywhere. Photography, humorous, hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.
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