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    A dark, majestic scene featuring the Greek goddess Persephone and Hades seated side by side on their thrones in the heart of the Underworld. Persephone sits regally, her posture poised and elegant, with a gentle, serene expression that contrasts with the shadowed realm around her. She wears a flowing black and deep green gown adorned with delicate patterns of pomegranates and vines, symbolizing her dual role as queen of the Underworld and goddess of spring. Her feet are bare. Her head is crowned with a wreath of asphodel flowers and pomegranate seeds, adding a touch of color and life to her otherwise solemn appearance. Hades sits beside her, tall and imposing, with a stoic, protective gaze. Dressed in dark robes that blend into the shadows, his presence exudes authority and mystery. His throne, crafted from dark stone and adorned with carved symbols of the Underworld, matches the rugged, shadowy elegance of Persephone’s seat. The area around them is dimly lit by a spectral, bluish glow, and wisps of mist curl around the bases of their thrones, enhancing the eerie atmosphere. Together, they look out over their silent, spectral domain, embodying both the power and balance of their union in the Underworld. 3th33r34l <lora:ethereal- grace:0. 5>, <lora:flux. 1_lora_flyway_Epic- detail_v2:0. 8>​​​

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    In the heart of a medieval town, a bustling marketplace unfolds under a gloomy, overcast sky, steeped in a dark Gothic atmosphere. Narrow cobblestone streets wind between towering, gothic-style buildings with pointed arches, intricate stone carvings, and tall, looming spires that cast long shadows over the scene. Market stalls line the square, selling everything from darkly colored fabrics to strange, arcane trinkets, with vendors cloaked in tattered robes. Amidst the crowd, a young female witch stands out, her scarlet, messy Dutch-braided hair contrasting sharply with her pale, tattooed skin. Her wide, blue eyes are framed by heavy black eyeliner, and her lips are painted a deep red, giving her a sinister, gothic allure. She wears a black, gothic Bliaut with bare shoulders, revealing intricate tattoos, and her bare feet silently tread the cold cobblestone. Rings adorn her fingers, and a dark necklace rests against her collarbone, while her long, pointed nose and slim face add to her eerie presence. Her expression is threatening, exuding power as she scans the marketplace with a cold, calculating gaze. The flickering lanterns, thick fog, and ravens circling above complete the haunting, gothic scene. (high-resolution, dark, atmospheric, gothic, medieval, eerie). 3th33r34l <lora:ethereal-grace:0.5>, <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8>​​​
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