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    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>
    A richly embroidered tablecloth, covered in celestial patterns, cradles a crisp edition of The Arcane Gazette, its front-page headline flashing with urgent enchantment: ‘ROYAL NECROMANCER FOUND GUILTY OF SOUL FORGERY – UNDEAD PROTESTS SPREAD!’ Beneath the text, a moving ink sketch shows a crowd of skeletal and ghostly citizens marching through the capital, holding banners that read ‘RIGHTS FOR THE RISEN.’ A silver goblet, half-filled with shimmering blue elven wine, rests dangerously close to the edge of the paper, reflecting the dancing words in its surface. Scattered across the table, golden tarot cards lie overturned, their symbols eerily aligning with the chaotic news story. Wisps of green necromantic energy drift lazily from the paper’s edges, a sure sign that the article has been cursed—or blessed—by unseen hands. A raven, its eyes gleaming with unnatural intelligence, perches on the back of a chair, occasionally pecking at a loose parchment as if scrutinizing the news. The scent of old books and alchemical ingredients fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of whispered spells still lingering in the room. Outside, the sound of distant chanting can be heard—perhaps the very undead protesters making their voices known beyond the printed word. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A trade ship shaped like a giant mechanical dragonfly skims across a lake of liquid crystal. Its wings are made of stained glass and thin metal filaments that shimmer with rainbow light, while its segmented body houses different levels of markets and living quarters. The liquid crystal below forms into temporary islands where the ship stops to trade, each island a different color and geometric pattern. 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 close-up of a young gnome woman with short, spiky pink hair and pale, freckled skin as she peers through thick, multi-lensed goggles at a tiny, metallic triangle floating just above her palm. Her bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement as the triangle emits tiny sparks of electricity in her cluttered workshop filled with strange, half-finished machines and gadgets. She wears a long, patchwork coat made of various materials, some metallic and others organic, with odd tools and gears sewn into the fabric. A wide-brimmed metal helmet, equipped with additional lenses and tiny antennae, rests on her head, completing her eccentric look. As she leans in closer, the triangle begins to spin faster, sending out tiny arcs of electricity that dance around her fingers. The workshop around her hums with life, every machine and contraption buzzing in sync with the triangle’s movements. Her expression shifts from excitement to deep concentration as she tinkers with the triangle’s mechanisms, trying to unlock its hidden potential. detailmaximizer<lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the swirling colors of a nebula in deep space, a lone figure with onyx-black skin and glowing, violet eyes floats weightlessly among the stars, their body encased in a sleek, reflective suit of armor. The nebula’s vibrant hues—shades of electric blue, deep purple, and fiery orange—illuminate the figure’s form, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the endless expanse of stars that stretch out in all directions. Surrounding them, massive, floating chunks of space debris and ancient, crumbling starships drift lazily through the void, remnants of a long-forgotten battle. The figure’s hands are outstretched, fingertips glowing with a soft, golden light as they manipulate the energy of the cosmos, drawing power from the very fabric of space itself. Far below, the faint outline of a distant planet can be seen, its surface a shimmering tapestry of swirling clouds and vast oceans. The air—or lack thereof—is silent, save for the soft hum of the energy that pulses through the figure’s armor, resonating with the distant stars. Above, the nebula continues to swirl and shift, its colors bleeding into one another like a cosmic painting. The scene is one of quiet solitude and infinite wonder, where the mysteries of the universe unfold in the vast, silent expanse of space. (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 bustling port city teems with life as a wave of newcomers disembarks from towering wooden ships. Families clutch their few belongings as they step onto the cobbled docks, their faces filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. A weary mother holds her child’s hand tightly, while merchants and city officials oversee the influx with ledgers in hand. In the background, grand buildings rise, promising a new life, while street vendors offer food to the hungry travelers. <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>,
    On the windswept plains of an endless desert, a tiefling with deep crimson skin and spiraling, golden horns builds towering sand sculptures that shimmer with trapped starlight. Her hands move with a dancer’s grace, shaping the fine, magical sand into intricate castles, creatures, and mythical scenes. Each finished piece glows faintly in the moonlight, their surfaces rippling as if alive. The desert wind carries a faint, melodic hum that seems to harmonize with the tiefling’s soft singing, her golden eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the starry sky above. Around her, glowing dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, their shifting shapes catching the light of the twin moons. A small, mischievous dust spirit flits around her sculptures, adding tiny flourishes to her work and giggling softly. The air is cool and dry, carrying the faint scent of jasmine that blooms from her enchanted satchel. The tiefling’s tail sways rhythmically as she steps back to admire her work, the joy of creation evident on her face. Despite the vastness of the desert, her art brings a sense of warmth and connection to the space. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    Ghostlystyle,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the surface of a still, fog-covered lake, the faint outline of an ancient, sunken church can be seen, its spires jutting up from the water like ghostly fingers. The lake is deathly quiet, its waters unnaturally calm, with not a single ripple disturbing its glassy surface. At the water’s edge, a lone rowboat sits half-submerged in the mud, its wood rotting and covered in moss, as though it has been abandoned for centuries. Above the lake, thick tendrils of mist swirl slowly, illuminated by the pale light of a full moon that hangs low in the night sky. The church’s windows, now broken and dark, seem to glow faintly from within, casting an eerie, pale light that flickers like a dying candle. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation, and the faint sound of distant, mournful bells can be heard echoing from the depths of the water. The surface of the lake shimmers slightly, as though something stirs just beneath, but no movement can be seen. The sense of something old and forgotten lingers in the air, as though the lake itself is haunted by the spirits of those long drowned in its depths. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:FluxGhost-000001>
    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 hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a female, with short, spiked white hair and pale, almost translucent skin, belonging to a mysterious race of ice witches. She appears to be in her early 30s, her gaze cold and calculating beneath a sinister, horned mask. The mask is carved from ancient, enchanted ice, with jagged, crystalline horns that protrude from either side, each one glistening with frozen shards. The surface of the mask is smooth, but faint blue runes pulse with a chilling light, spreading an aura of cold that seems to seep from the mask itself. Her lips are blue and slightly parted, revealing sharp, icicle-like teeth, and her icy blue eyes glow with a dangerous, arcane power. The background is a swirling mist of frosty whites and cool blues, with hints of silver that shimmer like the Northern Lights, creating a scene that is both beautiful and terrifying. The combination of the horned mask and the icy backdrop gives her the appearance of an ancient, powerful witch, commanding the frozen forces of her homeland. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    ne0nfant4sy, A space-faring knight, clad in sleek, silver armor etched with glowing runes, grips an energy blade with one hand and a mystic shield with the other. His dark skin shimmers with sweat under the harsh glare of twin suns, and his sharp, piercing blue eyes reflect both the cosmos and the magic he wields. His braided, jet-black hair is pulled back tight beneath his helm, which glows faintly with embedded circuitry. The blade in his hand hums with both futuristic plasma energy and ancient enchantment, casting an eerie green light on the barren, alien landscape around him. Strange, luminescent flora sprouts from the cracked ground, while a distant, colossal spaceship floats on the horizon, silhouetted against a nebula-filled sky. The runes on his armor pulse with each breath, synchronizing with his heartbeat, as tiny holographic glyphs swirl around his feet. His expression is resolute, ready for battle, as the line between magic and technology blurs in the air around him. Above him, metallic dragons, part machine, part myth, soar through the alien sky, their roars echoing like thunder.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A being of contradictions, the woman made of fire and water stands like a living embodiment of nature’s extremes. Her dress is a marvel of elemental craftsmanship: the upper half is formed of glowing embers and molten lava, constantly shifting and crackling, while the lower half is a flowing river of water that crashes and swirls around her legs. Around her neck, a necklace of fire flowers, their delicate petals flickering with vibrant flame, glows brightly, contrasting with the frozen leaves that form a tiara on her head, each leaf shimmering with frost. Skulls, blackened and burnt, form a crown at her waist, their hollow eyes glowing with a faint red light as they hover just above the surface of her watery skirt. Her hair is a cascade of fire that transforms into flowing water halfway down her back, the flames and liquid entwined in a beautiful dance. Her wrists are adorned with bracelets made of icicles and sparks, the frozen and fiery elements clashing and merging in an endless cycle.<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a young female Dark Eldar Succubus with long, sleek black hair and smooth, pale blue skin. Her piercing, violet eyes are narrowed as she grasps a glowing, crimson blade that seems to pulse with a life of its own. She’s in the middle of a dark, twisted arena deep within Commorragh, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of distant screams. Her lithe, armored form is adorned with spikes and barbs, each piece of her blood-red armor designed to instill fear and pain. A strange, spiked headpiece made of dark metal encircles her head, framing her face with a sinister elegance. The blade in her hand vibrates with dark energy, its surface covered in shifting, runic symbols that glow faintly in the dim light. She holds the blade close to her face, her lips curling into a predatory smile as the weapon hums with anticipation. The arena around her seems to pulse in time with the blade’s energy, as if the entire place is alive with the dark power of the weapon. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, her eyes reflecting its crimson glow as she prepares to unleash its deadly power. (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 A radiant aasimar cleric, her silver hair flowing in waves down her back, holds a staff aloft as golden light pours from her open hands. Her pale, alabaster skin glows with an otherworldly aura, and her celestial blue eyes burn with divine purpose. Her flowing robes, white and gold with intricate celestial designs, billow around her as if caught in a breeze that only she can feel. A pair of ethereal wings spread behind her, shimmering with soft light, casting a warm glow on the stone floor beneath her. Her staff is adorned with glowing sigils that pulse in rhythm with the light from her hands, amplifying the healing energy that radiates outward. Around her, faint, ghostly images of long-passed warriors appear, their spirits lifted by her divine magic, their translucent forms glowing with renewed strength. The walls of the temple around her are lined with ancient, golden mosaics, and beams of sunlight pierce through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust-filled air. Her expression is one of serene concentration, eyes closed as she channels the power of the heavens. In this moment, she is the embodiment of light, peace, and holy retribution. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    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>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A ghost samurai with long, flowing black hair and pale, ethereal skin stands on the surface of a dark, reflective ocean, her translucent form shimmering faintly in the pale moonlight. She is young, no more than 25, but her spectral presence radiates an ancient power. Her haunted eyes glow a soft blue, and she wields a katana made of pure, condensed mist that drips like water. At her side floats her companion, a ghostly fox with nine glowing tails, each tail swaying slowly in the still air. The ocean beneath them seems endless, but strange, floating islands hover in the sky above, with twisted trees growing upside down. The fox's eyes shine a deep blue, matching its master, and ghostly wisps of energy swirl around its form. Both samurai and pet are enveloped in a mist that hovers over the water, and the moon above them is broken into jagged pieces, as if shattered long ago, casting fragmented beams of light.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    ne0nfant4sy, A desert rogue, her deep bronze skin glowing under the harsh, midday sun, crouches low, her dagger gleaming in her hand as sand whips around her. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes glint with sharp intelligence as she narrows her gaze, every muscle in her slender body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Her dark brown hair, braided tightly to keep it out of her face, is covered by a tattered, sand-streaked hood. Dust clings to her weathered leather armor, and her scarf flutters in the hot wind, shielding her mouth from the desert’s searing breath. The intricate tattoos on her forearms glow faintly, imbued with the magic of the shifting dunes, while the endless desert stretches out behind her, vast and unforgiving. Her expression is sharp, almost predatory, as she assesses her next move, the dagger in her hand glinting with deadly purpose. Tiny motes of sand hang suspended in the air around her, frozen in the tension of the moment. The heat distorts the horizon behind her, making the distant dunes seem to ripple like waves in the sun.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    R3alisticF,A desert mercenary wielding a curved falchion wreathed in sand magic. Her blade leaves trails of crystallized glass with each strike. The weapon was forged from a fallen star. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    Standing at the precipice of a black hole that swirls with strange, luminous energy, a lone sorcerer with deep purple skin and glowing white eyes holds a staff etched with runes that pulse with the power of the cosmos. His long, dark robes billow in the wind, seemingly unaffected by the gravity that warps and twists the space around him. The void stretches out in front of him, an endless abyss of swirling, cosmic energy that pulls at the very fabric of reality. Surrounding him, the landscape is barren and cracked, the ground littered with the remnants of ancient, shattered stone pillars that glow faintly with forgotten magic. Above, the sky is filled with swirling galaxies and distant stars, their light distorted by the gravitational pull of the void. The sorcerer’s eyes are fixed on the abyss, his expression calm yet determined, as though he is on the verge of unlocking the secrets of the universe itself. The scene is one of immense power and mystery, where the forces of creation and destruction converge at the edge of existence. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration
    A witch's cottage sits in a dead forest, its windows glowing with sickly green light. The building seems partially alive, with walls made of twisted wood that moves slightly. Poisonous flowers of impossible colors grow in the garden, while bubbling cauldrons emit clouds of rainbow-colored smoke. Corrupted wildlife with glowing eyes lurks in the shadows of dead trees. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:OB拍立得人像摄影Instant 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>,
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