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    "You can fight but you won't always win. Somehow life finds a way to beat ya.
But I'll come join you in the rain
Cause it shows just how much I need ya. "
    There are days I would pay anything just to leave it all behind
There are times I can't find any light to get me through the daily grind
I know you feel it too seeing how long it takes you to unwind
    A solitary figure standing on a vast, desolate beach at twilight, their face obscured by a billowing hood, the horizon blurred between sea and sky in muted tones of grey and blue, faint silhouettes of distant figures dissolving into the mist, the waves whispering secrets as they crash against the shore, a scattering of forgotten memories etched into the sand, glowing faintly like embers, the air thick with the weight of anonymity, a fleeting sense of freedom colliding with an unshakable loneliness. style of Delphin Enjolras
    A stunning female dragon humanoid with shimmering emerald-green scales, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and vivid amber eyes framed by delicate eyelashes. Her large leathery wings stretch majestically, and her curved horns lend her an air of regal power. She wears a fitted ribbed sweater with puffy sleeves, a breastplate adorned with intricate carvings, and a skirt paired with sturdy brown gloves and a belt. A red ribbon ties neatly at her collar. The setting is a sunlit forest clearing, with dappled light filtering through the trees, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the soft rustle of nature around her. Anime style
    A Giant Tree Harboring an Entire Civilisation. A fantastical depiction of a colossal tree whose sprawling canopy houses an intricate city glowing with bioluminescent lights. The trunk is carved with spiraling pathways leading to hidden markets and lush gardens. Floating lanterns drift gently upward, their golden glow illuminating the ethereal blue mist surrounding the roots. The sky above is painted with an eternal twilight, dotted with luminous creatures that flit among the leaves. Themes of coexistence, nature’s grandeur, and magical ingenuity are explored.
    Outside the towering industrial warehouse, the smoking area buzzes with life. The building itself looms like a metallic colossus, its facade covered in rusted panels and jagged edges, illuminated by flickering neon signs in alien scripts. Vivid, animated graffiti sprawls across the walls, shifting with glitchy, colorful patterns. Thick pipes and glowing conduits run along the exterior, venting occasional bursts of steam into the cool, smoky night. The faint hum of distant machinery mingles with the muffled thrum of bass-heavy music pouring out from inside.
A mixed crowd of humans and aliens lingers near the entrance, some leaning on rusted railings or perched on discarded crates and broken metallic barrels. Smoke curls into the air, catching the light of glowing plasma cigarettes and strange, orb-like vapes that pulse in alien hues. A humanoid woman with cybernetic arms and glowing piercings exhales a bright green vapor, her spiked leather jacket glinting under a nearby flickering light. Beside her, a crystalline alien with jagged, sapphire-like features puffs on a tube-like device, its mist shimmering faintly as it drifts upward. The atmosphere is raw and electric, the crowd’s quiet chatter mixing with occasional laughter and the distant hiss of steam, painting a scene of gritty, futuristic rebellion. Anime style. <lora:artilands:0.3>  <lora:Anime v1.3:0.6>  <lora:RM_Artistify_v1.0M:0.5>
    An androgynous crocodile-mystic hybrid sits across from the demon girl at an outdoor rotunda overlooking a waterfall, their stout, scaled frame radiating an air of calm amidst the lively atmosphere. Their rough gnarled skin glimmers faintly in the firelight, and their narrow amber eyes glimmer with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Dressed in a dark-green tunic cinched with a leather belt adorned with pouches and charms, the crocodile-mystic leans forward, a clawed hand resting on a steaming mug of spiced tea.
Across from them, the captivating demon girl with deep purple skin lounges gracefully, her piercing green eyes sparkling mischievously. Her long black hair, styled with bangs, frames her elegant face, while her sleek black gown with silver embroidery flows elegantly over the bench. She twirls a strand of hair around a clawed finger as she leans closer, her curved horns casting faint shadows on the table. A playful smirk graces her lips as she slides a polished coin across the table, teasing the owl-mystic about their insistence on paying for the next round, her jeweled dagger glinting faintly at her waist.
    cowboy shot of a rugged woman with one eyebrow raised, lips curled in a sly smirk, a twinkle of mischief in the eyes, saturated colors and line inking in the style of a graphic novel
    A digital illustration of a street musician playing an electric violin on a narrow cobblestone street in a cyberpunk town modeled after the Italian coastline of Cinque Terre. The musician, a middle-aged woman with a glowing cybernetic arm, attracts a small crowd of onlookers, including a young girl dancing with joy. The town is illuminated by colorful neon lights and holographic shop signs, and the sound waves from the music are visualized in the air as vibrant patterns. The scene is lively and full of local character, showcasing the fusion of tradition and advanced technology.
    A vague, automaton-like humanoid sits in a small, lifeless cubicle, hunched over an old, retro computer. He types on the keyboard with a single finger in an ape-like manner, his expression devoid of life or interest, exuding a sleepy, detached air. The scene is drenched in dreariness and futility.
    view from dilapidated balcony, ultra-detailed, cyberpunk, dystopian future, heavy mist, toxic pollution, neon haze, crumbling cityscape, forlorn,  dim neon lights, cracked pavement, shattered glass, towering skyscrapers fading into fog, puddles reflecting distorted neon signs, hopeless atmosphere, rain-soaked streets, dark and oppressive tones, despair, story-rich, vivid storytelling, intricate background
    A young child sits cross-legged atop a giant, slowly turning clock face, their expression calm and contemplative. The golden hands of the clock sweep beneath them, casting long shadows, yet they remain completely still, as if untouched by time itself. Above, the sky shifts between day and night in a continuous cycle, the stars and sun blending together in a seamless loop. The scene is peaceful, weightless, and surreal, capturing the quiet patience of simply existing within the moment.
    cell shading, gritty tomboy mechanic, strong jawline, underboob, 1girl, navel, smile, Christmas themed Crop top, short hair, muscular, lips, belt, huge breasts,  visible pubes, crouched next to sleigh, holding wrench, Mdbskar, orange hair, (freckles:1.4), shoulder freckles, chest freckles, Jean Shorts, stained clothing, motor oil smudge on skin, dirty skin, sweaty, (mechanical christmas sleigh in the background), sleigh fully visible, sleigh has an exposed motor in it, girl in foreground, garage workshop, tools scattered on the ground, intricate textures, ultra-detailed background, realistic lighting, warm workshop glow, cozy industrious atmosphere
    A young person in a dimly lit attic flips through an enormous, ancient book resting on a wooden desk. Instead of words, the pages reveal small, three-dimensional dioramas of different worlds, each one shifting as the reader moves their gaze. Tiny oceans ripple, forests sway in the wind, and miniature figures walk along their tiny streets, unaware of the giant observer above. The child leans in closer, their breath causing a ripple across the delicate landscape, as if bridging the gap between reality and fiction.
    A digital illustration of two women enjoying an afternoon aperativo beverage. They sit casually at a table which overlooks the a small sea-side cyberpunk town inspired by the italian coastline of Cinque terre. the atmosphere is friendly and intimate. Neither companions feel the need to converse, instead, enjoy each other's company and the incredible vista before them.
    A stunning female dragon humanoid with shimmering emerald-green scales, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and vivid amber eyes framed by delicate eyelashes. Her large leathery wings stretch majestically, and her curved horns lend her an air of regal power. She wears a fitted ribbed sweater with puffy sleeves, a breastplate adorned with intricate carvings, and a skirt paired with sturdy brown gloves and a belt. A red ribbon ties neatly at her collar. The setting is a sunlit forest clearing, with dappled light filtering through the trees, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the soft rustle of nature around her. Anime style
    "There are days I would pay anything just to leave it all behind
There are times I can't find any light to get me through the daily grind
I know you feel it too seeing how long it takes you to unwind"
    Outside the towering industrial warehouse, bathed in the flickering glow of neon signs and glitching holographic graffiti, a lone patron leans against a rusted metal pillar. The warehouse looms behind her, its jagged, patchwork panels and glowing pipes venting bursts of steam into the cool, smoky night. The muffled thrum of bass-heavy music spills out from within, blending with the faint hiss of distant machinery.
She’s a humanoid alien with tentacle horns, her features sharp and angular, with glowing circuitry-like tattoos that pulse faintly along her exposed arms and neck. Her hair, a cascade of synthetic fiber-optic strands, shifts between hues of cyan and violet with every flick of her head. She wears a tattered leather jacket adorned with spiked shoulders and holographic patches, paired with ripped, metallic-thread jeans. In one hand, she holds a glowing plasma cigarette, the vapor swirling in soft, radiant blue before dissipating into the neon-lit air. Her cybernetic fingers tap idly on the cigarette, producing faint metallic clicks as she watches the crowd through piercing, bioluminescent eyes.
Occasionally, she exchanges a few words with a crystalline alien nearby, their low, gravelly voice barely audible over the distant hum of the warehouse. Around her, smoke mixes with the mist from glowing vapes, creating an otherworldly haze that frames her rebellious, grunge-futuristic silhouette perfectly. Anime style.
    A lanky Australian apprentice tradesperson stands casually in a backyard his posture slightly hunched exuding the exhaustion of a long day’s work. His disheveled mid-length hair peeks out from under a worn bucket hat strands sticking awkwardly to his sunburned forehead. His high-visibility workman’s shirt loose and stained with a streak of tomato sauce hangs untucked over a pair of faded footy shorts. Oversized well-worn boots encase his hairy legs scuffed from countless days on the job.  He holds a dirt-smeared shovel slung over one shoulder the other hand loosely clutching a black energy drink condensation dripping down the can. His face sun-kissed and reddened around the nose carries a mix of tiredness and mild confusion his brows furrowed and lips slightly parted as if caught mid-thought.  The background is minimal yet suggestive of a garden or backyard workspace. A wheelbarrow tipped on its side lies nearby and a few potted plants rest unevenly along a dusty path. Behind him the faint outline of a half-finished wooden deck is visible planks scattered haphazardly while tools like a hammer and a saw glint faintly in the sun. These elements fade into abstract washes of muted greens and browns. The composition is raw and candid capturing an unpolished distinctly Australian moment of labor and fatigue. Anime style.
    An oil painting depicting a stylish Italian man enjoying an espresso while sitting on a rustic looking doorstep. He has dark curly hair and a well groomed stubble. He wears a summer suit and oozes confidence. Golden hour light.
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