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    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

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    Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes cradling the ploughshares on the leyline of the void
    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
    red and white and blue and grey, He looks around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen and Hallelujah They've all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    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 i need a raincoat i really need a raincoat i really really need a raincoat i really really really need a raincoat i really need a raincoat, 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.
    Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. cyberpunk, aidmaimageupgrader, drkfnts style, anime
    Gold and Grey Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    This is a polaroid of The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD
    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
    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
    silver and ocher, the very heart of this great metropolis is a maze of narrow lanes choked up with dirt pestiferous with nauseous odours and swarming with a population that is born lives and dies amid squalor penury wretchedness and crime. ne0nfant4sy, 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
    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
    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, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, 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
    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
    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 doberman prowling with his ears flat back to the ground. The theme of his body is black and ochre. His body is cyborg with mechanical parts integrated into it. His legs and torso are fully mechanical. He is wearing a black futuristic, cybernetic, high-tech suit with ruddy ochre panelling, reminiscent of military or space gear. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), blue tones dominate the background, 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 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
    open_Impressionism,DIGITAL PAINTING,FLUORESCENT, GLOW,pointillist tetradic color dot technique,D4rch,fluidart style, scattered white dots, painting depicting Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary succubus, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. pink, mauve, cream, navy, sky blue, magenta, crimson, pale yellow,
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