A lone, weathered sailing ship cuts through rolling, midnight- blue swells, its tattered sails billowing in the wind. Phosphorescent plankton glimmer in the wake, casting an ethereal, ghostly light. Tendrils of mist cling to the ship's hull, obscuring its details. The horizon is lost in impenetrable darkness, save for faint pinpricks of distant stars. The air has a chilly, briny quality, hinting at the vast, unknown depths that surround the vessel. There's a tangible sense of isolation and the unknown, tinged with a hint of foreboding. <lora:models\Flux\Mezzotint_Artstyle_for_Flux_- _by_Ethanar:0. 65>, <lora:models\Flux\midjourney_whisper_avant_couture_v01:0. 8>, <lora:models\Flux\FluxMythV2:0. 8>, <lora:models\Flux\midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0. 85>, <lora:models\Flux\Hand v2:0. 4>
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