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    Ghostlystyle,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the surface of a still, fog-covered lake, the faint outline of an ancient, sunken church can be seen, its spires jutting up from the water like ghostly fingers. The lake is deathly quiet, its waters unnaturally calm, with not a single ripple disturbing its glassy surface. At the water’s edge, a lone rowboat sits half-submerged in the mud, its wood rotting and covered in moss, as though it has been abandoned for centuries. Above the lake, thick tendrils of mist swirl slowly, illuminated by the pale light of a full moon that hangs low in the night sky. The church’s windows, now broken and dark, seem to glow faintly from within, casting an eerie, pale light that flickers like a dying candle. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation, and the faint sound of distant, mournful bells can be heard echoing from the depths of the water. The surface of the lake shimmers slightly, as though something stirs just beneath, but no movement can be seen. The sense of something old and forgotten lingers in the air, as though the lake itself is haunted by the spirits of those long drowned in its depths. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:FluxGhost-000001>
    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>
    ne0nfant4sy, As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a blood-red glow across the sky, the female pirate captain sits atop a vast pile of gold and jewels, her dark maroon coat blending with the fiery sunset. The coat is richly embroidered with gold thread, the designs forming swirling waves and mythical sea creatures along the hem. Her belt, fastened with a large, ruby-encrusted buckle shaped like a skull, gleams in the fading light. At her side rests a cutlass with a hilt shaped like a serpent, the blade still gleaming from recent use. Around her neck, a thick gold chain supports a medallion shaped like a kraken’s tentacle, the gold catching the last rays of sunlight. Her fingers, adorned with rings featuring tiny ships, sea monsters, and intricate filigree, sift lazily through the coins and gems beneath her. A red sash is tied loosely at her waist, its fabric rippling in the evening breeze as the ocean waves crash softly against the shore in the distance, blending with the clinking sound of gold beneath her.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A bustling port city teems with life as a wave of newcomers disembarks from towering wooden ships. Families clutch their few belongings as they step onto the cobbled docks, their faces filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. A weary mother holds her child’s hand tightly, while merchants and city officials oversee the influx with ledgers in hand. In the background, grand buildings rise, promising a new life, while street vendors offer food to the hungry travelers. <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>,
    In the dim light of a rustic kitchen, a small, determined mouse stands atop a massive wheel of cheese, its tiny paws gripping the hilt of a miniature sword embedded deep within the golden surface. The cheese is cracked and aged, its texture rough and uneven, with curls of rind peeling away. A soft glow reflects off the polished blade as the mouse strains to pull it free, its whiskers twitching with effort. In the background, towering kitchen utensils loom like ancient monuments, casting long shadows across the wooden countertop. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.4><lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.4><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.4>
    A blind oracle mermaid resting on crystal-encrusted rocks by the shore. Her scales shift colors with each prophecy she speaks, and ancient runes float in the water around her. Her white eyes reflect visions of possible futures..Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF>
    a title screen of a computer game called "Grand Clam Tennis". A clam playing tennis is pictured. In the bottom there is a button captioned "START SINGLE" below it there is a button captioned "START CAREER" and below it there is a button captioned "OPTIONS" and below it there is a button captioned  "QUIT GAME" and below that there is a clam holding a tennis racket.
    A demonic flower with razor-sharp petals emerges from cracked soil, its core pulsating with a fiery, hellish glow. Wisps of smoke rise from its edges as if it has just been scorched by an unseen flame. The background is a swirling mix of deep reds and blacks, giving the impression of an apocalyptic wasteland where only this monstrous bloom survives. Dark silhouettes of twisted trees stand like skeletal sentinels in the distance, their branches resembling grasping fingers., <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    A chaotic cityscape bathed in the neon glow of streetlights is torn apart by a wild street race, cars launching off ramps and skidding through intersections at breakneck speed. In the foreground, a tricked-out muscle car with oversized rear tires and flaming exhaust burns rubber, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks. The city skyline behind is shattered, as if the force of the speed has cracked reality itself. A metal skull with a checkered bandana grins wickedly from the hood of the lead car, its empty sockets reflecting the chaos. <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo a death incarnate reaping souls of the damned (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A TV show poster for a parody series titled "Breaking Bread," playing on the name of the famous show Breaking Bad. The poster features a stern-looking baker in a flour-dusted apron, with a rolling pin slung over his shoulder like a weapon. He stands in the middle of a rustic bakery, surrounded by stacks of bread loaves, pastries, and bags of flour, all arranged to mimic the iconic desert backdrop from the original show.

Behind him, the bakery's chalkboard menu lists items like "Cinnamon Swirl Cartel" and "Blueberry Muffin Meth," hinting at the culinary chaos that’s about to unfold. The baker’s expression is intense, yet comically serious, as if he's about to take on the world with nothing but his dough and determination.

The title "Breaking Bread" is displayed in bold, stylized text at the top, with the "Breaking" in a gritty, cracked font, while "Bread" is written in warm, golden letters resembling freshly baked loaves. The tagline beneath reads, "Baking is a Dangerous Game," adding to the pun-filled humor.

The overall color scheme of the poster is a mix of warm, bakery hues with the gritty, dark tones reminiscent of the original show, blending the intense drama of Breaking Bad with the lighthearted, culinary twist of "Breaking Bread."
    A lone figure in dark, storm-weathered armor stands on the edge of a towering, wind-battered plateau, overlooking a vast, rolling landscape of stone and chasms. Shards of glowing, crystalline plants scatter the landscape below, illuminating the scene with an ethereal light. The winds whip around, carrying faint echoes of distant thunder. The figure grips a massive, ancient blade etched with runes, its surface glinting as if reflecting unseen storms. Lightning arcs in the distance, and shadows dance across the stone beneath their feet, hinting at the unseen forces swirling around them. <lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A close-up of a young gnome woman with short, spiky pink hair and pale, freckled skin as she peers through thick, multi-lensed goggles at a tiny, metallic triangle floating just above her palm. Her bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement as the triangle emits tiny sparks of electricity in her cluttered workshop filled with strange, half-finished machines and gadgets. She wears a long, patchwork coat made of various materials, some metallic and others organic, with odd tools and gears sewn into the fabric. A wide-brimmed metal helmet, equipped with additional lenses and tiny antennae, rests on her head, completing her eccentric look. As she leans in closer, the triangle begins to spin faster, sending out tiny arcs of electricity that dance around her fingers. The workshop around her hums with life, every machine and contraption buzzing in sync with the triangle’s movements. Her expression shifts from excitement to deep concentration as she tinkers with the triangle’s mechanisms, trying to unlock its hidden potential. detailmaximizer<lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    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>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the frozen tundra of the northern wastes, a pale-skinned woman with platinum hair, wrapped in thick furs, trudges through waist-deep snow, her breath fogging in the bitterly cold air. Her blue eyes, sharp and fierce, scan the horizon, where towering mountains rise against a sky darkening with an approaching blizzard. Despite the biting wind that cuts through her clothing, her expression remains one of cold determination, her body moving with steady purpose through the harsh environment. The ice clings to her fur-lined cloak, and her face is flushed with the cold, but her pace never falters, even as the storm grows nearer. Her hands grip a wooden staff, its surface worn smooth from years of use, and strapped to her back is a massive, battle-scarred shield that has clearly seen its share of conflict. Around her, the tundra stretches out endlessly, a barren wasteland of ice and snow, but she moves forward with unwavering resolve. Her boots crunch through the frost, leaving a trail behind her, the only sign of life in the desolate landscape. The scene is a testament to endurance in the face of nature’s brutal extremes, a woman whose strength lies not just in her body, but in her unshakable spirit. (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 young woman with brown hair, dressed in a white cloak and green tunic, sitting on a rock beside a large, skeletal dragon-like creature. The creature's white bones contrast with its dark, jagged teeth. The background features a lush, green meadow with yellow flowers, and a partially cloudy sky. The style is vibrant and whimsical, with soft shading and detailed textures., 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 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 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>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the swirling colors of a nebula in deep space, a lone figure with onyx-black skin and glowing, violet eyes floats weightlessly among the stars, their body encased in a sleek, reflective suit of armor. The nebula’s vibrant hues—shades of electric blue, deep purple, and fiery orange—illuminate the figure’s form, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the endless expanse of stars that stretch out in all directions. Surrounding them, massive, floating chunks of space debris and ancient, crumbling starships drift lazily through the void, remnants of a long-forgotten battle. The figure’s hands are outstretched, fingertips glowing with a soft, golden light as they manipulate the energy of the cosmos, drawing power from the very fabric of space itself. Far below, the faint outline of a distant planet can be seen, its surface a shimmering tapestry of swirling clouds and vast oceans. The air—or lack thereof—is silent, save for the soft hum of the energy that pulses through the figure’s armor, resonating with the distant stars. Above, the nebula continues to swirl and shift, its colors bleeding into one another like a cosmic painting. The scene is one of quiet solitude and infinite wonder, where the mysteries of the universe unfold in the vast, silent expanse of space. (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, 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>
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