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    In a sunlit grove surrounded by trees with leaves that shimmer like gold, a young elven warrior with emerald- green eyes and auburn hair tied in a single braid practices her archery. Her leather armor, adorned with intricate silver filigree, fits snugly against her lithe frame, and her quiver of arrows glows faintly with a soft, golden light. She stands poised, her bow drawn, aiming at a target carved into the trunk of an ancient tree, its bark covered in glowing runes that pulse softly with each shot she takes. The air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sound of a babbling brook, creating an atmosphere of serene focus. The sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor, which is covered in soft moss and wildflowers. Her arrows fly true, each one striking the target with precision, their glowing tips leaving faint trails of light in the air. Behind her, a small, crystal- clear pond reflects her graceful movements, the water rippling gently with the occasional breeze. Her expression is one of calm determination, her training a sacred ritual dedicated to honing her skills for the battles to come. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0. 35>

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    A towering wall of blazing, magical fire stretches across a battlefield, its molten embers licking the air like living serpents. On one side, an army of shadowy figures halts just before the inferno, their weapons reflecting the crimson glow. A lone mage stands before the flames, their cloak billowing, hands raised as glowing runes spiral around them, feeding the barrier with raw energy. Behind them, the last remnants of a city’s defenders take a breath of relief, knowing that, for now, the fire will hold. The sky above is darkened with storm clouds, the red glow of the firewall casting eerie, flickering silhouettes on the stone walls behind.<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>,
    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 vampire lord, draped in a long, flowing black coat, his alabaster skin nearly glowing in the dim light of a full moon, bares his razor-sharp fangs in a wicked grin. His crimson eyes gleam with hunger, fixated on an unseen prey just beyond the frame. His raven-black hair, slicked back, shimmers with an unnatural shine, while his elegantly gloved hands grip the hilt of a ceremonial dagger, dripping with fresh blood. His aristocratic features are flawless and cold, with a regal sneer playing at his lips as he relishes in the chaos unfolding around him. The air around him seems to vibrate with dark magic, swirling in subtle shadows that cling to his tall, lean form. Behind him, the gothic architecture of a distant castle looms under the silver moonlight, its spires twisted and foreboding. A faint mist curls around his feet, and the scent of roses and blood lingers in the air. His posture is poised, calm, but his eyes betray the feral intensity of the predator beneath the refined veneer. <lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A baby unicorn with a shimmering golden horn and a mane of pastel rainbow colors prances through a meadow of wildflowers, each step causing a little cloud of sparkling dust to puff up around its tiny hooves. The unicorn’s big, sparkling eyes are full of wonder as it explores the meadow, sniffing at the colorful flowers and chasing after fluttering butterflies. The sky above is a brilliant shade of blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seem to drift lazily across the horizon. A group of woodland creatures—a bunny, a squirrel, and a fawn—watch from the edge of the meadow, their eyes wide with curiosity as the baby unicorn trots by. The unicorn spots a small puddle and pauses to take a drink, its reflection shimmering in the water as a gentle breeze ruffles its mane. The scene is a perfect picture of innocence and magic, where every detail adds to the enchanting atmosphere. The baby unicorn, with its playful energy and delicate beauty, looks like a creature straight out of a fairy tale. (high-resolution, dynamic, energetic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    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>
    In the dim glow of flickering gas lamps, a mustachioed engineer in a soot-stained leather coat glares at a clunky, steam-powered automaton frozen mid-stride. His brass-rimmed goggles are pushed up onto his forehead, revealing furrowed brows and piercing green eyes filled with frustration. The contraption, meant to be a self-winding delivery machine, hisses angrily as steam escapes from its joints, gears grinding uselessly. The cobblestone street beneath them is slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow of a nearby clock tower that looms over the industrial skyline. Sparks dance from the automaton’s exposed wiring, sending plumes of acrid smoke curling into the damp night air. The engineer's gloved hands clutch a wrench so tightly his knuckles turn white, as if sheer force of will might intimidate the machine into compliance. Behind him, passersby in top hats and corsets give him a wide berth, some shaking their heads at yet another failed marvel of modern ingenuity. A brass raven perched on his shoulder lets out a metallic caw, its red eyes flashing in amused mockery of its master’s plight. The city around them hums with the constant churn of progress, but here, in this moment, technology has stubbornly refused to cooperate. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4> <lora:Vintage comic book:0.7> <lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:1.0>
    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 fiery-haired fire elemental, her skin a molten bronze that seems to ripple with heat, stands with her hands ablaze, flames licking up her arms. Her bright red hair, made entirely of flickering fire, dances wildly around her sharp, angular face, casting a warm, orange glow over her features. Her eyes, glowing embers of gold and crimson, burn with an intensity that matches the inferno she commands. Her body, covered in swirling, molten patterns, radiates heat, and the air around her shimmers with waves of intense heat. Behind her, a landscape of molten lava flows, bubbling and churning as sparks fly into the sky. The distant, jagged silhouette of volcanoes looms, their peaks spewing ash and fire into the night sky. Her expression is one of fierce, unbridled power, her lips curved into a dangerous smile as she revels in her element. The flames that consume her seem alive, wrapping around her like a second skin, ready to unleash destruction. The glow of the lava reflects in her eyes, making them burn even brighter, full of wrath and wild beauty.<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    A photorealistic image of a bowl of cereal with tiny, comically fierce faces on each piece, as a spoon looms over them like a horror movie villain. The cereal pieces are "running" away in panic, spilling milk everywhere. Photography, humorous, hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.
    a futuristic, anthropomorphic female warrior with insect-like features. She stands confidently, holding a large, futuristic rifle with both hands. Her skin is a deep red, and she has sharp, pointed ears and two large, curved horns on her head, adorned with intricate patterns. Her eyes are piercing, with a dark, almost black color, and she has a stern, determined expression. She wears a form-fitting, green armored bodysuit with white accents and gold details, which covers her upper body and extends down to her thighs. Over this, she has a white cape with a textured, quilted pattern in shades of green and gold, which flutters slightly, suggesting movement.Her lower body is covered in white, thigh-high boots with red accents, and she has white, mechanical gloves that extend to her elbows. The background is a dark, textured gradient of blues and greens, which contrasts sharply with her vibrant attire, making her stand out prominently. The overall style of the drawing is highly detailed and realistic, with a focus on the intricate textures and metallic sheen of her armor. ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    A hyper-realistic close-up of a woman with eyes made of pure liquid gold, their surface smooth and reflective, catching the light with an otherworldly shimmer. Her skin is a deep, velvety black, so flawless that it almost absorbs the light around her, creating a striking contrast with her glowing eyes. Delicate gold leaf patterns are etched into her cheeks and forehead, shimmering softly with each movement. The background is a blurred, abstract swirl of deep blues and purples, creating a dreamy, celestial atmosphere. Realistic highlights emphasize the liquid quality of her eyes, with subtle reflections on their glossy surface. Her lips are a soft, muted gold, glossy and perfectly shaped, catching the light with subtle reflections. One hand, adorned with intricate golden rings, rests gracefully on her shoulder, the metal gleaming against the dark velvet of her skin.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A young female berserker with fiery red hair, dark freckled skin, and a scar running down her left cheek rides a skeletal wyvern, its empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie blue light. She’s dressed in torn, crimson furs and wields a massive, spiked club in one hand, her other hand gripping the reins made of braided leather. The wyvern’s wings are tattered but strong, and it soars over a bubbling lake of molten lava, the heat casting an orange glow on their skeletal forms. The berserker’s eyes burn with fury as the wyvern’s bony claws stretch out, preparing to land on a narrow outcrop of rock. The lava bubbles and spits below them, reflecting the intensity of the scene. Her helmet, adorned with the antlers of a stag, frames her wild, determined face. The lava’s bright glow contrasts sharply with the dark, stormy sky above, creating a chaotic, otherworldly scene. The side view shows the pair mid-flight, caught between life and death.(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 hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a neon-lit alley deep within the city’s underbelly, Action Boy presses his back against a graffiti-covered wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His jet-black suit, now torn and smeared with grime, reflects the soft glow of the buzzing neon signs above, casting him in shades of purple and green. The alley is tight and shadowy, with flickering streetlights and the distant sound of a bustling city that seems a world away from this hidden corner. Action Boy's green eyes dart from side to side, listening intently as heavy footsteps approach, the sound of metal boots clanging against the wet pavement. Rain drips from the edge of his hood, and his fists crackle with faint energy as he prepares for the inevitable confrontation. Above, the towering skyscrapers loom, their windows glowing like stars in the night sky, and the faint hum of distant hovercars fills the air. The alley’s walls are covered in posters of fallen heroes, their faces faded and torn, a grim reminder of the stakes. Action Boy inhales deeply, steadying his nerves, as the shadows around him grow darker, signaling the arrival of his pursuers. (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>
    On a wooden dock that stretches into an endless expanse of shimmering, star-filled liquid, an old man in a wide-brimmed hat sits patiently, holding a fishing rod with an impossibly thin, silver thread. The “water” is not water at all—it is the night sky itself, a vast pool of slowly swirling galaxies and celestial bodies that drift lazily below the wooden planks. Tiny planets bob on the surface like lily pads, their miniature atmospheres glowing softly with distant lightning storms. As the old man reels in his line, a cluster of tiny meteorites break the surface, sending ripples of constellations spiraling outward. His tackle box beside him is filled with glass vials, each containing bottled nebulae and tiny supernovas that pulse with quiet, contained explosions. A small cat made of pure shadow sits at his feet, gazing into the abyss with luminous, crescent-moon eyes. Overhead, the aurora borealis flickers like the reflection of some unseen bonfire, shifting hues in silent conversation with the lake below. The dock itself never seems to end, stretching infinitely into the horizon where the cosmos and water blur into one. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    On the edge of a desolate battlefield, a lone figure stands, cloaked in black, his silhouette stark against the backdrop of a blood-red sunset. His face is hidden beneath a dark hood, but the faint gleam of steel catches the dying light where a sword rests at his hip. The earth beneath him is scorched and littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, charred banners, and the bodies of the fallen—but the stranger remains untouched, standing like a solitary sentinel among the ruins. His presence is an anomaly, silent and still in a place that had moments ago been filled with the screams of battle. The wind howls across the plains, carrying with it the acrid scent of smoke and ash, but the figure seems unaffected, unmoved by the devastation around him. His hands, hidden in the folds of his cloak, seem relaxed, yet there is an unmistakable air of power and purpose in the way he stands. The crows that circle overhead seem to avoid him, their cries distant and mournful as they search for easier prey. The air around the stranger hums faintly, as though the battlefield itself recognizes an intruder who does not belong to this world. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image ofAn elderly Thaylen man with dark, leathery skin and short, silver hair is captured in a close-up portrait, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he examines an ancient, glowing gemstone. The scene is set deep within the bowels of Urithiru, where the walls are lined with strange, luminescent glyphs that cast a dim, multicolored light. His clothing is a patchwork of old, worn fabrics, each piece embroidered with symbols of forgotten Thaylen gods, and he wears a peculiar, wide-brimmed hat made of cremling shells. The gemstone in his hands pulsates with a soft, internal light, casting eerie shadows across his deeply lined face. His blue eyes, sharp and calculating, reflect the glow of the gemstone as if searching for a secret hidden within its depths. The surrounding chamber hums with an ancient energy, and the walls seem to shift and breathe with a life of their own. This portrait conveys a moment of discovery and intrigue, where the strange and the ancient collide in a setting steeped in mystery and forgotten lore. (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>
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