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    The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi- realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci- fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

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    grey blues and ocher, you are falling from the sky now and then maybe you were shot down in pieces but we were gonna be the wildest lovers you ever hoped to see we make a lifetime commitment recovering the satellites until they see themselves in telescopes she sees shooting stars and comets tails she has got heaven in her eyes I do not need to be an angel but i am nothing if i am not this time yeah we only stay in orbit for just a moment of time, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    white gold and grey, praying woman, crying woman, dancing woman, After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm And not fade away As we float from the shore Into the light Into the unknown Like thousands of lanterns Glowing with grace In glorious silence Descending through space To a friend A sister in need Who is not alone And they are surrounding her And they will enfold her outstretched hand In our love Enter one amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We are of this light divine So come We move as one, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    cream and grey and ocher, the circus is falling down on its knees the big top is crumbling down it is raining in baltimore fifteen miles east i need a raincoat i need a big love and i do not get no answers and i do not get no change it is raining in baltimore baby but everything else is the same there are things i remember there are things i forget i miss you i guess that i should three thousand five hundred miles away and what would you change if you could i can always hear a freight train baby if i listen real hard i am lonely for the big towns, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    pale pink and gold, After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm And not fade away As we float from the shore Into the light Into the unknown Like thousands of lanterns Glowing with grace In glorious silence Descending through space To a friend A sister in need Who is not alone And they are surrounding her And they will enfold her outstretched hand In our love Enter one amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We are of this light divine So come We move as one, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, When I was done dying my conscience regained So I began my struggle a nothingness strained Well I woke up to see them these two mighty steeds With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs As they stood there above me being flanked on each side I felt no need to fear them no reason to hide So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back bye bye So I got up and walked down the path in the dark And there deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark Of a HORSE twice my size with incredible strength Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, Can you feel the lightning covering your skin It's a nightmare but you're on fire You wait your whole life over for this moment to begin And now it's over but you're not tired I'm having visions infinite visions The same ones as you Ten thousand eyes and four hundred hands And all of my arms are made of the sands Of oceans of old that dried up and left They became the skies and then they all wept The first time they heard the song from Tom Petty The one where Johnny Depp plays the rebel named Eddie The sky was the limit and then it came crashing down Can you feel the lightning covering your skin It's a nightmare but you're on fire You wait your whole life over for this moment to begin And now it's over but you're not tired I'm having visions infinite visions Of something new You feel it changing slowly but changing About to break through Ten thousand eyes and four hundred hands And all of my arms are made of the sands Of oceans of old that dried up and left They became the skies and then they all wept The first time they heard the song from Tom Petty The one where Johnny Depp plays the rebel named Eddie The sky was the limit and then it came crashing down, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    grey blues and ocher, when i think of heaven deliver me in a black winged bird i think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers in the belly of a black winged bird i belong in the service of the queen she has been crying and i am the rain king when i think of heaven deliver me in a black wing bird lay me down in a field of flame and heather render up my body into the burning heart of god in the belly of a black winged bird, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    white pink and buttercup yellow, Now stop vibrating like a fire extinguished by the tears Between my hands a thread of water I will carry with me And in the uninhabited land a thread of grass will survive I do I do to struggle and emerge from the dark and then ascend to the heavens never reached I do I do to look in the future and to smile without fearing the emptiness In an instance new aspirations flow A scenery of conquests and bewilderments is opened before me, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Blurry photo of a young girl riding a huge armored polar bear at midnight. She rides him like a horse, but without reins or saddle, instead clutching tightly to his fur. The camera's flash provides the only light, and we cannot see more than a few meters in the dark. The girl is an inuit, pale but rosy cheeked. She is short and wiry, dressed in ancient leathers. She has dark hair beneath the fur-lined hood. Her clothes are dark leather, dirty and stained. She is looking away from the camera, at something out of shot, and there is an expression of steely determination on her face. She is riding hard, clinging on tightly, her head slightly down, braced against the wind. The bear is enormous, dwarfing the child on his back. He wears sharp metal plates strapped separately to his head and chest. The plates are individual pieces, each an angular charcoal-black sheet of metal. The armour is cracked and dented from battle. The bear's fur is creamy white, visible in the gaps between the plates. His fur is ((long)), thick and shaggy, matted and yellowing with dirt. The bear is ((charging)) in the direction the girl is looking. He has turned his head to look at the camera. The bear is roaring fiercely, blood stains his fur and drips from his mouth. It is a misty night and very very dark. The sky is black withou. There is thick snow on the ground but it is not snowing. The bear's feet sink into the snow and kick it up behind him as he runs. aidmaimageupgrader
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    grey blues and ocher, when i think of heaven deliver me in a black winged bird i think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers in the belly of a black winged bird i belong in the service of the queen she has been crying and i am the rain king when i think of heaven deliver me in a black wing bird lay me down in a field of flame and heather render up my body into the burning heart of god in the belly of a black winged bird, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Polaroid of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret.
    pink and magenta and purple and grey, Ripples in the ocean Rhythm in the midnight sky Trying to find the time Two life's two rights Freedom in the way we move Feel it as it starts to soothe Rivers in the mind we loose I can feel it from a mile it's truth, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    white pink and buttercup yellow, Now stop vibrating like a fire extinguished by the tears Between my hands a thread of water I will carry with me And in the uninhabited land a thread of grass will survive I do I do to struggle and emerge from the dark and then ascend to the heavens never reached I do I do to look in the future and to smile without fearing the emptiness In an instance new aspirations flow A scenery of conquests and bewilderments is opened before me, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
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